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.

His eyes were deep with a pair of slightly green pupils. His delicate features and the perfect contours of his face transcend the boundaries of gender. Anyone would be amazed at such a flawless face. On seeing Sarah, Etan's grandma was furious, "Get out! You're not welcome here!" Sarah had a purse in her hand. Her hands slowly clenched tighter on it.

He was subsequently seen putting his index finger in front of the pair of his lips. Eriwan Rocky’s mind flashed again back to the present. “Just by buying these undies, I’ve made a young lady pass out, Eriwan… I feel somewhat guilty right now… Hopefully she’ll be alright at this moment…” said Erito forwarding his pair of lips. “She’s dared to touch you… Luckily, all my touches and my caresses yesterday night have erased all her touches on your body…” said Eriwan feeling slightly jealous. Erito was still seen forwarding his pair of lips. “She’s also dared to kiss your cheek. Fortunately, all my kisses last night have got rid of all her kisses from your cheek.”

I was a shit shot but I was sure I would hit him somewhere. "Ah, here we are at last," Felix said with his back still to us. "Here I am. Why don't you face me, bitch? Actually, on second thought, I would rather not see your hideous face," I sniggered. Eric stood beside me showing no emotion other than pure hatred. Felix stood up and turned to look at me, his eyes running up and down my body. It disgusted me. He started to clap slowly. He was a deranged fucker.

This way Eris won't be able to recognize her scent and the helmet covering her face. Everyone settled down on their seats while she and Hildegard stood behind Lauriel. Across the room was Eris. He seems to be tired and a small hollow forming on his cheeks. The man didn't even bother to shave his mustache. She preferred her Eris with a five o' clock shadow. Imagine the tiny stubble caressing her skin. What the hell was she thinking? She must not think of any fantasies towards Eris.

His sharp, strong jaw was raised, taut, as he raised a single brow at Erin's antics. "Are you checking me out right here right now?" Uriel mused. Snapping out of his prolonged daze, the candy floss pink dusted over his cheeks became even more prominent. Out of nowhere, a hand flew across Uriel's face, smacking him against his ear. "What the fuck was that for you ass?" he hollered, rubbing his cheek frenziedly as he audibly sucked in air. "Oh, sorry, I thought it was a fly on your face. Turns out it was just a pimple," Erin innocently smiled. Uriel's cheek rubbing slowed down, realisation dawning upon him.