Eret Face Novels & Stories

Eron's face turned to the side from the force and his toned face had a scar on the abused cheek, from a button on the cloth. "Don't you ever. I mean, ever, touch me like that again." She barked at him and he reached to caress her face. This time, her palm struck his cheek directly and his face remained still this time. "I'll smack you harder than this, the next time you lay your hands on me." She told him, ignoring the burn in her palm from the contact.

"How is it that you can smile so sweetly at anyone else, but when it comes to me, you put on a sulky face?" Eranthe turned to him, grinning widely. "Take it." He reached out and pulled her face outwards. Eranthe's hand swatted at his, "Let go!" "Not letting go." "Do you let go or not!" "Not letting go!" Morris covered his forehead, silently lowering his own presence. Why did he have to witness their public display of affection? Eranthe was furious, "I have foundation on my face, and the makeup will smudge!"

I’m honestly taken aback. His face takes on a more human shape, with a defined jawline, high cheekbones, and a straight nose that adds an air of nobility to his already pretty features. His hair turns white as snow, straight and shiny. And finally, two bright yellow eyes emerge from beneath his eyelids, staring directly ahead with a hint of mischief in them. “Well, here I am,” Eris says, holding out his arms with his lips curving upwards. “Can I have a hug?”

I rubbed harder, trying to make myself feel normal again. Eric kept going, his voice louder now, closer. “Thursday I want your mouth. I’ll stand in front of you, hold your head, and slide my dick between your lips while you talk about limits. Every time I get a problem right, I’ll push deeper. You’ll choke and drool all over your chin. Spit running down your neck, mixing with those hickeys . Then I’ll cum right on your tongue or paint your whole face. You’ll look so messy and used, Aiden. And you’ll still come back for more because you need the cash and you secretly love how dirty I make you feel.”

Feeling insulted, Rita gathered up enough strength and pushed Eric away, slapping him on the face in the process. “Don’t talk to me like that!” She hissed, shaking her hand that hurt from slapping Eric’s hard face. “Why? Upset? But isn’t it the truth. You’re just a little dirty whore now. Although I can say you are quite lucky to have someone pay billions for you. But I can’t blame him, you have the sweetest cunt one could ever fuck. Just thinking about it is making me hard,” Eric said as he pinned Rita to the wall again, inhaling her sweet fragrance.

He didn’t expect a reply, but it had felt good to send the message, and Eric began to giggle like a mad man. The way that Eric was looking at his phone reminded Antony of a look he’d seen in the eyes of Jeffrey Dahmer one time when he’d been reading the newspaper and gooseflesh appeared in his arms. Dahmer was a serial rapist and murderer. Eric is such a pervert - Antony thought.

Hardly, I stop myself from retching and clearing my throat, “Having fun means sex right? A sex slave?” Eric left the sentence and nodded curtly. His head was low, his hair covering his eyes. This time, I didn't want to push them away anymore, in fact, it was like a trick. His every move was calculated. He knows how to raise his eyebrows to show sadness. The way to let the perfect hair fall in front of the eyes is even more beautiful, and still look vulnerable and believable. I won't be fooled again. Whatever I felt before, it was dying, leaving paralysis in the way. “And…that day. The day we met, that's why I was there. Do you know that bastard who drives a car?”

Eric remarked casually. "Did we need any excuse to meet, Kevin?" Yohan questioned. Eric's expression shifted to seriousness, his eyes sharpening. He smirked, "It seems that even after all these years, you haven't forgotten your friend whom you betrayed. That's why you see him in everyone." Yohan denied, "Not at all." "This is your misconception." Yohan smirked and added, “You can change your face, you can change your voice, but you couldn't change your perfume?”

We are not falling for the guy who murdered someone in our backyard last week and has a cursed wolf spirit that warned you it might eat your face off under the next full moon. I splash cold water on my face and scowl at my reflection. My freckles look like they’re glowing. I look like I’ve been kissed within an inch of my life and didn’t hate it. Gross. I groan into the towel. “Ah!” I scream, muffled by the fabric. Stupid, stupid, stupid handsome face! Get it together, Eris. You're not some virgin being kissed for the first time. You're a grown-ass woman. A liar even. A fake wife. You have way bigger problems than your roommate’s hot naked body and very obvious morning wood.

he growled. “Then defend this,” another member yelled, and threw down a bunch of pictures just like Carlos had just moments ago. This time though, the pictures were clearly photoshopped. It was a poor imitation, and it showed me shaking hands with Terrence. Whoever edited the images was a terrible editor. There was a lopsided grin on my face, and the right part of my lips was so significantly higher than the left. Erina snorted at the pictures, and Carlos just shook his head, amused. Elias though… my mate was incensed.