Enderman Writing Novels & Stories

***** Author's Note: Next chapter will be the last one. I've been working on a book called "Love Amongst the Shadows" it's in the same universe as these stories and eventually those characters will meet with these. You should be able to find it in the app in the next couple of weeks. I will be working on a book for Eric and Lucy after I finish that one. I hope you've enjoyed Ember's story and I hope you continue to read my books! I really appreciate all your support!!

Did he really just write his name using his cum? There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.

"she came to give me documents, documents which could have been easily emailed or sent by an assistant......" "Maybe her father wanted someone he could trust to deliver the documents" Dante interrupted. "she dressed up in scanty clothing, sat on my desk and tried to seduce me. Reminded me I was an orphan, told me that I belonged to her and no one else would have me. Who harassed who exactly?" Geremia asked Dante. Dante looked at him, Geremia was normally a level headed person, for him to be this furious, it meant that Vanna had gotten on his last nerve.

I decided to send Lilly a message in hopes it would smooth things over. Lilly, I wanted to apologize for being so short with you. When Armond showed up I was so mad and I tried to take it out on you. Please forgive me and have dinner with me when we land in L.A. L.M. I wasn’t sure if I would even receive a response but I could always hope. I ended up falling asleep and dreamed of fiery green eyes all night.

Eyes with silver flecks that catch the moonlight, just like the pages of this journal. I turn to the final entries, searching for answers about my parents' deaths, about why I was kidnapped. But the last pages are different—not my mother's handwriting at all, but someone else's. More angular, more hurried. April 10, 2226 If you're reading this, Lena, they found your mother's journal. Good. Time is short. Your glamours are failing faster than we anticipated. The compulsion gift manifesting so young is unexpected—but then, everything about you defies expectation.

To practice her writing, Emma often recorded the events around her in essay form, scribbling them on paper sometimes throwing them away immediately afterward. Exposed so bluntly, Emma’s face burned with embarrassment. If she had known he could read French, she would have snatched the paper back the moment he picked it up. “So, in your eyes, sweetheart, I’m nothing but a bastard. Is that what you think too?” Damien asked casually, as if the ‘bastard’ in the article wasn’t him at all. Emma pressed her lips tightly together, lowering her head without answering. What could be more humiliating than speaking ill of someone behind their back and then being exposed by that very person? But what she

I had him begging for more. The next day I received an email from my man. ‘I am so very horny and hanging out for sexual relief after reading your emails baby. I loved reading how you pleasured two women and a man in just a week. I wish you and your friends could watch what I am about to do.

“You’re so serious in the morning.” I nearly smiled. She turned back to me, eyes sharp. “So, Elena… what exactly do you do around here?” She said it like I was a stray cat Lucian picked up. I blinked innocently. “Breathe. Eat. Exist. You know, basic human functions.” Lucian’s lips twitched. OH. DID I JUST ALMOST MAKE HIM LAUGH? Vanessa narrowed her eyes. “Lucian’s so generous, letting you stay here. He’s always had a soft heart… even for strays.”

ELENA’S POV 2:17 a.m. The dorm room was wrapped in darkness except for the soft blue glow of my laptop screen. My eyes felt like sandpaper and were smarting. My neck ached from being hunched over for so long, but I couldn’t stop. The words were spilling out of me like they’d been locked away for years, finally breaking free in the quiet hours when no one else was watching. I was writing the article I could never publish. The one the world wouldn't get to see.

My fingers hovered over the quill for a breath. Writing to Damon as Aria Mooncrest—Mooncrest princess, cursebreaker, not the nameless omega he’d once turned away—felt…strange. Right. I dipped the quill. The first words came easier than I expected. “Damon Varekson of Bloodthorn,” I wrote. You used to write my name on ledgers. Now you start with mine on your letters.