Desharow Merman Novel Novels & Stories

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

There was one more left and she could feel the anticipation in the air and the way the man with the whip adjusted his stance. Behind her, two fingers pushed inside her and her walls clenched around them. She whimpered, she felt hot, tight and desperate. "Last one," the man with the whip said. "This one's for your pretty mouth." The whip cracked and this one landed across her breasts, it went from her collarbone to her ribs and the man behind her curled his fingers inside her and she came while screaming.

I’m bronzed from my recent trip to the beach with my friends—our final girls’ trip to commemorate the end of college and this chapter of our lives—and I can feel his gaze skating across me, heating the already warmed skin. You would never know I had any melanin in me with how pale I can get during the winter months. My hair, initially styled into perfect curls before the East Coast humidity got to it, has fallen into waves. I pull it over one shoulder to showcase my neck, which, if my memory serves me correctly, is Theo’s weakness. I catch his eyes again and he’s closer than he was before, like he’s making his way through the crowd to get to me.

Samaira ****** I woke up at 6 a.m. despite sleeping at 4 in the morning. This temporary insomnia occurs whenever I get nightmares of that night. I still can't forget what happened 3 years ago. It's not like I never tried, but that dreadful memory doesn't leave me alone. After getting up from bed, I did my morning chores and got ready in my jogging clothes. I was not a morning person before but I have changed now. I went down to go to the nearby park for jogging. I saw Ishu Bhai already waiting for me.

It was as if the world outside had disappeared in a blanket of ink. Her body felt heavy, and she decided to sit on the bed. It was pretty soft, and it was nothing like she'd ever been on. She opened the drawer and saw a small, leatherbound journal with the name Dorothy Stein on it. Carefully, she opened the peeling leather covers and read the first entry, which was miraculously legible.

Kazumawent to the Poman church, Zastvil to the Rosmavs, and Zalmar to Dopula's at the Bell-ringers' Corner. It was dark when they met again at the shore by the landing. Kazuma's men were sitting already in the boats. The ferrymen were still carrying in packages. The cold wind blew from the neighboring point where the river entered the Danstar, and the night gave no promise of being very pleasant. By the light of the fire burning on the bank, the water of the river looked bloody, and seemed to be running with immeasurable speed somewhere into the unknown gloom. “Well, happy journey to you!” said the old man, pressing the lieutenant's hand heartily; “but be careful of yourself!”

Begging my legs to hold up under the unfamiliar stress that I’d put on them, I was almost to where Snow lay limp and peaceful when I felt his oversized, calloused hand grab my upper arm and yank me to a halt. I was filled with so much fear and outrage that I actually forgot about the fact that I was completely naked. “Let me go,” I hissed as I tried to twist away. Brown eyes that were set beneath thick, curly dark auburn eyebrows lit up with greed and lust as they studied every inch of my flesh.

Meredith was just squeezing orange juice and put some jam on the toasts, preparing her niece's favorite breakfast, at the same time making coffee with ham and cheese sandwiches for herself. Meredith wasn't an ugly woman - she was of medium height, with slim and athletic body, had shoulder-length raven-black hair and hazel eyes that contrasted with pale complexion, making her the real personification of Snow White. Men were often highly interested in her, but she knew it was not necessarily because of beauty. Meredith was a sorceress, and that was what she considered to be the main lure. Meredith was born in a well-known family, which gave her a peculiar charm which no creature could resist.

That's what is making all this weird. ....................................................................................... Here's the chapter I promised, please enjoy. And keep supporting "Her Man."

She opened the window where the kid was supposed to sleep and put the triangle gift on her bed. Then rode back to the horse then left. As soon as she left the island, she saw something else. In the ocean near the cave, there was a big rock and two people... Well, one and a half... A woman... trying to eat a merman... The merman was unconscious and covered with kelp, while the woman put salt and pepper at him. 'Is she gonna eat... him? Literally?' Then, the woman turned her gazed on Kiera, ignoring the fact that she was flying while riding a horse "Do you want some?"