Desharow Merman Novel Novels & Stories

Asty gazed at him and prepared to listen to his soothing, pleasant, and deep voice. "This novel's story is all about two creatures." he started. "One was smothered in gold, as thus was a golem. He was a huge brutal man, who wielded a robust physique. He boasts of his impenetrable defenses and stone-hard body. No one could ever kill him." The other creature was a mermaid. She was covered in pearls and loved by men. She was more beautiful than diamonds and kinder than a nun. The mermaid was the living legacy of the sea. She was their hope, their light, their happiness."

On the windowsill sat a pot of blooming bougainvilleas. When I pushed open the window, the salty sea breeze carried the scent of lemon blossoms toward me. For the first time in three years, I could breathe freely. I put down my suitcase and went into town to buy some daily necessities from the market. The old woman selling fruit smiled and gave me two extra oranges, saying in broken Anglic, "Welcome to town, young lady." Suddenly, I felt like crying. In the years I spent with the Moretti family, I had grown accustomed to the coldness and scheming of others. Now, faced with the kindness of a stranger, it felt unreal.

She pointed with her finger and ran it down these books looking for a particular cover. “I have been saving this story for the right moment.” She directed her son to sit in the chair and when he sat down, she gave him the book. It looked ordinary to him, but it was obviously special to her. “This is the story of a young man who found a friend while on a journey. It is called ‘The Tale of Meru’.” He looked surprised because he was half expecting another history lesson. “Are you sure you have the right book?” “Yes, Yvayn, I am. I am not as boring as you would like to think I am.”

The white haired merman with those enchanting Sapphire eyes looked up at him and the moment they locked eyes, Qykerth couldn’t look away and found himself drawn in. The merman rubbed his hands up the inside of Qykerth’s thighs and lift himself up out of the water. Qykerth’s eyes widened with his heart beat accelerating. The ice cold webbed hands moved to Qykerth’s hand that had the jellies in it.

It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

bringing his hands in front fingers intertwined with each other right bottom of his chest. Making a small smile spread across the face of Takeshi who puts one hand inside the pocket and the other under his chin. Turning to face the painting of Koishi taking a deep breath and letting it out the next second. “It's beautiful, mesmerising the most I stare at it, it just makes me feel as if I can see everything happening in front of my eyes.” Takeshi paused, turning his head towards Koishi who was staring at him with the doe eyes. “The merman is trying to escape from the darkness of the bottom that had bound him. Even though he doesn't know what lies over the other side above the sea on the other

BIOGRAPHY Mercedes M. Yardley is a dark fantasist who wears stilettos, red lipstick, and poisonous flowers in her hair. She is the author of the short story collection Beautiful Sorrows, the novellas Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love and Little Dead Red, and the novels Nameless: The Darkness Comes and Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy. She often speaks at conferences and teaches workshops on several subjects, including personal branding and how to write a novel in stolen moments. Mercedes lives and works in Sin City with her family and menagerie of Strange and Unusual Pets. You can reach her at www.abrokenlaptop.com.

Amara The night air was heavy with rain and electricity. The villa loomed at the edge of the cliffs, its windows lit like eyes - too bright, too still. I’d imagined this place a hundred ways when Marissa mentioned it months ago - serenity, solitude, maybe even peace. But standing here now, it felt nothing like peace. It felt like a trap. Damian’s hand was steady on the door handle. Mine wasn’t. “Are you sure about this?” I whispered.

Stranded with the Stranger The fire had almost died, leaving only a soft red glow that painted our bodies in warm light. Jake’s arms stayed wrapped tight around me, his cock still half-hard and buried deep in my ass. I could feel every twitch as the last drops of his cum leaked out around him. My own body felt loose and used, covered in sweat and my own cum that had dried on his chest. But even after everything, a fresh spark of want was already growing low in my belly.

She wasn't worth the energy. But Michelle, seeing I wasn't angry, only got more furious. She ripped a fire hose off the wall and washed the entire mess of ashes straight down the drain. As she laughed like a maniac, I watched the gray slurry swirl into the sewer and spoke with satisfaction. "No grave. No rest. Just a drainpipe, in-laws." What do you call that? Evil people get what's coming to them—from other evil people. "Are you cursing my parents?!" she screamed.