Novel & Cerita Does Rhysand Love Feyre

Leaving her with strong sexual desires that are hard to please. That is until Kairi meets the Russian god that is Dominik. He helps her forget about the past and move on with the future. He not only fills the missing feeling inside her body with desire, pleasure, and lust. He also filled the empty hole inside her heart with nothing but love and adoration. After two years, Rhys wants her back, but he can’t go back the way he left. However, Dominik is not willing to let her go without a fight.

At least, for now, I want to pretend everything is still alright. I step out of the kitchen and through the corridor to the living room. "Would you like any snacks with—" I gasp halfway through my question, nearly dropping the tray. Rhys is holding a familiar book in his hand. I instantly know what it is, but I stubbornly hope he didn’t read it. That thought flies out the window when he opens his mouth. "You have quite the imagination, Kira Davidson."

And yet, he found himself watching her, waiting for her to say more. “I’m sorry about your wife. She truly didn’t deserve that,” she whispered. Her eyes remained downcast, her breath shaken, Rhysand could see her lips quivering slightly as if… she was cold or whimpering? Rhydian stilled at her as he frowned. No one had said that to him before. Not a single person seemed to sympathize with him regarding his loss. “I don’t care what you think. I do not need your sympathy.” Violet didn’t mind the tension in his voice… she went on.

He was the key that unlocked Giovanni's capacity for love, compassion, and kindness. The bond they shared was unlike any other. Ryle had the power to bring out the best in Giovanni, to draw out the gentleness and warmth that resided within his uncle's heart. Giovanni had never experienced such a deep connection before, a connection that transcended blood ties. Ryle was the sole recipient of Giovanni's unwavering affection, the one who could access the deepest recesses of his love.

"Milana, I am not like our ancestors. I will not bend the knee just because the throne demands it." Milana swallowed, staring at me in silence for a solid minute before asking. "Why'd you kiss her though?" She was going through the worst crisis. Doubt. Telling her felt cruel. But only a little honesty would salvage the situation. Surely Milana would understand. "When the nurse cured my disease, I think she also cured something else," I began. "There hasn't been a match of fate since my ancestor, Hugo Galdina." Talking about King Hugo caused me to remember what Camille had said in the car about Hugo's fated mate being Victor Blossom instead of Gloria Blossom, as the records and people had sai

"He loved his pack. He loved me." Love is a strong impulse, Lyra, his voice says, and for an instant it does not sneer. It sounds… tired. It can also blind. Did he truly think that Faelan was the danger? Or was he merely playing at a game he could not play alone? I look into his eyes there, then, that blinding, piercing gold, and there's a spark there. something beyond cold calculation. Something like the same ruin consuming me. A weight we both share. A link I hate more than anything because it feels real, feels true, and whatever between us is a live wire cutting through the ruin, a spark waiting to set everything ablaze and burn.

The one with the eyes that went red when he looked at me. “What—what happened?” I stammer, my hands trembling as I push myself back. “Where’s Betty? Who…who are you? Did…did you touch me?” He scoffs, like my panic amuses him. “Tempting,” he says, his voice low and smooth, “but that’s not my thing.” My stomach tightens. If anything, his calm makes me angrier. And more terrified. “I’m Rhysand,” he continues, stepping closer, each movement deliberate. He presses a kiss to my knuckle. “Vampire prince. And your mate.”

He was dead serious. He was actually, seriously proposing that I—Myra Rossi, the girl who still had fucking stuffed animals (no offense to Mr. Dragon) on her bed—was going to marry Zyran Theon. The man whose gaze could freeze hell over. The man who had visited our house for years and had never once strung more than two words together in my direction. The man whose very silence felt like a physical dismissal, making me feel like a stranger in my own home, fucking non-existent.

“He’s not a good person, Em. Not really. He’s just doing all of this to use me to get back at Colt, exactly like Colt said. He literally told me he would never let me go, that I belong to him until the grave. That’s a huge turnoff.” I put on the earrings, finishing the look. “And besides, he’s too much like me. Reckless. Possessive. Driven by fury and spite. He’s chaos, Em. He doesn’t want love. He wants a weapon, and I refuse to be that for him, no matter how phenomenal the sex was.” I shiver, remembering the terrifying coldness in Rhysand’s eyes when he broke his brother’s wrist. “He is just a handsome body, Em. Nothing more. My body wanted him sexually, yes, but I do not want him.”

So now I'm trying to do whatever he wants and play his game, instead of having to watch the Big Man company go bankrupt and screw up. I have many friends there: Gabriel, Annie, Shasha, Dexter, Jane, and Cindy. I'm not going to make them suffer just because I'm too stubborn and don't want to lose to Rhysand del Millero. Even so, I know.. I know very well that behind all my struggles, there is a feeling of happiness because of him. A passion and attraction that is so strong from within me. I can't stop succumbing to his touch. Rhysand is a dangerous man I've always denied. And whatever awaits in the future, what happens to me because of him .. I can only believe that I can face it.