El Dorado Novel Novels & Stories

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

Nelson De Vedra, known as a boatman on the island he called home for many years, lived a life of quiet purpose. His reputation was solid, but his past held secrets he preferred to keep buried. Dorothy "Dorry" Castillo, a young woman who once found herself on the island, sought refuge to heal her broken heart. The serene shores had become her sanctuary, far from the chaos of her past life. Two souls, marked by the stains of the past, are fated to cross paths once again; as their lives intertwine, will they find a way to erase the scars of yesterday, or will their reunion deepen the cracks that already exist?

“As much as I would love to continue, this is not how I want to have you, Dora. Not yet.” Dora nodded in understanding and my eyes caught something. I reached for her hair and touched it. “Do you usually have a silver color in your hair? Some strands are different than the others.” Dora looked at me with confusion on her face. “Really? I don’t know. I’m not sure. I haven’t seen my own reflection in years.” She said and rolled onto her back. Just then her pendant caught the sunlight and glowed for a second but when I blinked, it was back to normal.

I turned around and saw Doran charge towards me. I tried to get up from the ground, but it was too late. He picked me up by my leg and crushed it with his teeth. “Arrgghh!" He held me upside down, and I was in agony. I felt a painful numbness in my leg. It bled profusely. I dropped the arrow, and Doran dropped me violently on the ground. My body ached. My leg wouldn't heal fast enough. I groped for the arrow and felt the air around me shift.

Anatoli asked. Without turning to them, Orcenal grabbed something from his bag. He showed it to them, making them squint in displeasure. It was a book. Orcenal found it inside Harriet’s room this morning. The book was the prophecy from the other world, and the title was... [The Crown’s Diamond]. Anatoli and Ayja immediately stood back up and approached him. When they were about to reach and observe the book, Orcenal threw it to the raging fireplace.

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

Dagger smiled sadly and replied, "I was always a loyal member of the pack until your father chased me away. He chased me away because we both loved the same woman- your mother!." Dagger looked at them both, his eyes were sad and his face was filled with regret. He continued his story. "I was so mad at your father for taking the woman I loved away from me. I had no choice but to challenge him to a duel. We fought with our strengths and since he was gifted with more strength than I was, he had managed to almost beat me. I was back on my feet again because I was a better fighter, but he had the element of surprise on his side so he defeated me. He threw a dagger at me and it pierced my heart. I

I smiled, violently wiping the tears I couldn't fight back as I told myself—the old Yvie Grant was dead and I would live only for myself. As I returned inside to my quiet corner in the orphanage, a big black sedan soon stopped outside the gates of the orphanages. Soon, the caretaker was leading an elderly gray-haired man inside, and the other children were at once abuzz, flocking toward him like a swarm of locusts to present their gifts. "Hello, Sir!' "Let me sing for you, Sir!" "Can you look at my drawings, Sir?" I alone sat at that quiet corner, looking like a complete outsider.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

From that moment on, everyone prepared for the meeting of the messenger from the Underworld. ~~~~~~ On July 10, 2018, Damon and Marco were patrolling the area as usual. As they split up, one to patrol the front of the house and the other to patrol the back, an intruder burst into the garden and Damon sensed his presence immediately. It was a new demon, certainly none of Salvador's companions, but some other whose aura he did not know, probably one of the army Salvadore was gathering. The intruder was at the back of the house, which was Damon's premise. He was tall, slim, with short blonde hair and dreadfully blue eyes. It didn't take Damon long to catch him - he was still a young and inexper