Desharow Merman Novel Novels & Stories

The merman looked at Athos, his dark eyes shining with a mixture of desire and something deeper, something Athos still couldn’t name. “Are you ready?” Carbius asked, his voice deep and full of promise. Athos nodded, speechless, his body already responding to the merman’s touch. Carbius slid his hands along the sides of Athos’s body, removing his wet clothes with slow, deliberate movements. Athos’s skin prickled at Carbius’s touch, each movement awakening a new wave of pleasure. The merman then positioned himself over Athos, their bodies perfectly aligned. He brought one hand to Athos’s thigh, gently parting it, while the other explored the human’s chest, making him gasp with pleasure.

The Merman I spent a fortune on called me ugly, while quickly falling in love with my pretty stepsister instead. I spent a ton of money to treat his injuries, but he said I wasn't sincere. I gave him the best house, but he called me vulgar, while treasuring the sticker my stepsister gave him as an afterthought. They cuddled right in front of me, eager to make me step aside. "It's just a simple sticker, but it's the greatest treasure ever to me! Women like you who only care about money would never understand that. So just give up already, Lyra. You will never measure up to Thea no matter what you do." "That's right… Lyra. Xir doesn't love you, so why force your love on him?" I was simpl

I followed the blood, the pressure building behind my ears and the ship’s bottom above me. The merman was inspecting his wound. He looked up as if sensing or hearing me, and grinned, his sharp teeth flashing. He swam up to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me down to him and sealing his mouth over mine in a kiss. His lips were not warm, as Rivyn’s were, but cool, and his tongue was slick against mine as he parted my mouth with his, stroking within. I felt the exchange of air in the kiss, and could taste him, salt, and something crisp and clean, like cucumber.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

The lines around his eyes let Lu know that he was smirking behind his coffee cup. “If we are?” Merrow asked, brushing back his white blonde hair as he studied the book in his hands. Flipping back to the cover, he looked at the models with a sigh of boredom. “It says it’s about mer-folk, but he does not look like one of ours.” “I think it’s supposed to be the girl.” Puca said, his grin deepening. “She has a tail.” “That’s not what we look like either,” Merrow said with a frown.

"I know you liked and cared about John, but he would have wanted you to live! And although you've done horrible things, I'm beginning to like you, so I couldn't let you die with him!" Her words shock me, but not enough to make me forget about John. I still want to turn around. My friend is fighting for his life behind us, and as we enter the village, I notice two things. Our ship is sailing away from us, away from the gigantic harpies. And the second thing I stare at is Hayden, the angry merman clawing at the birds flying around his massive body. Blood splatters to the ground in chunks, and the merman has trouble batting off the flock of mutated birds. He hisses, and I stop dead in my tracks

Hours - was the answer. The merman’s pace gradually slowed, and although he did not complain, she could tell that he was tiring from the way he favored one leg, the slump of his shoulders, and the silence that fell between them. Between the footwear, his illness, and the unaccustomed use of his body, Niarthen was tiring. She had begun to despair of her choice of the dirt road and then taking the first turnoff from it when the fields and trees suddenly revealed a little red-rooved farmhouse nestled between ugly but practical sheds.

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Going out to find food now with her shaky legs will only result in trouble. Studying the man she saved, Aqua realised that he was rather good-looking. The strange human who fell from above had hair as dark as ink and skin as pale as hers. He was bigger than her if they lay down side by side. Yet, he was nothing like what her mother described to her about men. Maybe merfolk men and human men were different. Merfolk men had bushy and rectangular jaws. Compared to them, this human had no hair on his chin and a jaw similar to mermaids. He had long dark lashes that cast a shadow on his cheeks while he slept. Why would anyone harm such a kind-looking person? Aqua could not understand the strange t

what a strange creature! Wait, wait, have I read about this creature with a human body and a fish tail in a book? Oh! I remember! Merman! At this moment, this Merman was looking at the situation inside the crystal coffin, and he was freaking out, clutching his only remaining gorgeous clothes and hissing in despair, "No! No! No, Isabella, no! Don't leave me!" I noticed that the white flowers were wilting rapidly. From the side of the crystal coffin to the pillars at the entrance of the palace, all the white flowers turned withered yellow and then black.