Novel & Cerita Ereri Fanfiction

“I swear. I tried to. But I can't because I know you don't feel the same.” I did feel the same. “Who told you that?” There's a long cause before she finds the word. “Me?” And she's not even sure about it. Because it's never true. “I don't know what to say.” “It's fine.” Era says with her eyes back to me. She tries to put her best smile on, “It's just a thing I feel. I dont feke it anymore. I know you've always seen me as just a friend.” “No, uhhh...I just...with all of this. I can't...i can't do this.”

Aria spun. Riri — no, Eris — stood there, barely clothed, her long black with a violet or wine - red shimmer, even cascading shadowy curls with a dark - lavender gloss hair draped across her shoulders like chains. Deep purple eyes stared into Aria like she wanted to consume her from the inside out. And yet she looked wounded. Not just jealous. Devastated. Aria blinked, confused. “Riri…?” “You let her touch you,” Eris whispered, stepping forward, bare feet silent on the wet dream - floor. “You let her taste you. My love… how could you?”

I stand there, still breathing hard, Ryker’s arms locked tight around me, refusing to let go. My mind is racing. Why the fuck did I react like that? I never got jealous before. Erin would dance with guys, she would flirt, hell, she would sit on their laps half the time, and I never cared. Not like this. Not once did I feel this kind of rage, this need to claim and destroy at the same time. So why the fuck now? Why with Ryker?

Even months later, when she thought back to that horrible encounter, she would feel pain in her chest, her stomach, even the soles of her feet, and her face twisted into an expression of disgust, anger and loathing towards her body. It was painful; it hurt too badly to remember that night. She refused to think about it, not wanting to relive the torment. Not now that she'd come so far, gotten so close to finding out what really happened. She had to keep going, she reminded herself. Keep moving forward. • Back in Dark Wand Pack, where she was betrayed, Eric’s father and alpha of the pack was thoroughly searching for the Blood Moon Chronicles: The Book of Power. *

But I catch the way he watches Erik, weighing every word, measuring him like a threat he hasn’t quite decided whether to eliminate or tolerate. I squeeze Erik's hand under the table in silent support. He glances at me, his nerves melting just a bit beneath that soft smile he saves only for me. How did I get so lucky? Cerelia launches into a story about a rogue shifter who thought he could seduce her into giving him the location of a rare herb. "He said my eyes were like blue fire and my hair smelled like healing," she says dryly. Soren chuckles. "He left with a broken nose and a sprained ego. And I didn’t lay a finger on him." Cerelia laughs, “Yes, well, Hilda taught me how to deal with anno

It’s quite nice to relax. "YOOO!" “Thank God we’re leaving the campus!” "That's a good one, Pressy!" F*ck you, with all due respect, I'm not Pressy. Era is my name. I'll beat you if I have the chance. Because they were fools to begin with, they surrounded the pathetic paper that was given to me. I was just waiting in the corner, quietly staring at them as if they were idiots. Like they thought they couldn't come home early. Worthless scums.

“I thought the same. Now if you’re done staring at my ass, we can get going.” “I-I wasn’t!” His face had turned the color of claret. “I’m messing with you, Erik.” I grinned. It was just the effect of the sire bond. He’ll get over it. He just needed a good fuck from a nice girl. I vowed to find him someone suitable. But first, we had to find my mate. ****

I love you too, Kitty Kat, I reply, hoping she heard me. I open my eyes again. Eric is fighting off Tyler and the other warriors one handed as he flings me around like a rag doll in his other hand. I close my eyes again. They feel so heavy. Goddess, I can’t wait to see Jeremy again. To inhale his rain forest scent. To be in his strong, sexy arms as the wrap around me and keep me safe. To hear his gruff, deep voice as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear or to hear his hefty laugh. I can’t wait to feel the sparks erupt across my skin where he touches me. His luscious, plump lips on mine and his wild, scruffy beard on my chin.

Elijah tells her, turning his head and seeing her sad. "Let me guess," says Erin. "Her name is Erika?" "No," Elijah tells him. "Not nearly." "Erianna?" asks Erin. "Is that even a name?" Elijah asks. "My mate's name is Erin." says Elijah after some time. "WHAT?" Erin asks in shock as she turns to him.

She moaned, “I want you thrusting till your seeds burst out inside of me, and my juices bucket down on your veiny shaft.” I smiled. That was one thing I loved about Erika; if she was going to be naughty for you, she’ll go naughty to the peak. Starving myself of her for weeks was like starving myself of my favorite meal for those weeks. Now that I had the opportunity to eat it again, I was going to devour the whole thing. Moreover, it was possibly going to be our last mating until I had cleared some uncertainties.