Erik Erikson Twitter Novels & Stories

Figures. I’d been here for two excruciating weeks, working late nights, making sure every damn line of code was flawless, pushing myself harder than anyone else. And yet, I was just another nameless cog in the machine. My phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen. Erik: Miss me? I sighed. A second message popped up—a photo. I clicked it. And immediately regretted it. "Oh, for fuck’s sake," I muttered under my breath. Erik had zero shame. The man was built like a god, and he knew it.

"So why are you complaining?" “The part of me who likes to deal with a high risk situation and dealing with Erick's younger sisters are two different things, Vero! How can you compare those two different things as if they were similar, anyway!” Erna put her hands on her hips, grumbling. "I hate to say it too, but I have to agree with Erna," Erick raised his hands, giving up. "My little sisters are compared to girls, more like a colony of female gorillas when they are sticking together."

My left eye twitches as I jump, "do I look fine to you?" "Um… no," he responds, stepping back. Erik, the man I saved to cover my tracks in the involvement of that b*tch's drugging case, has been talking with me ever since I helped him escape by causing the car accident with the police, now he just spends his time making me annoyed. "Good, now get away from my sight," I tell him. "I'm sorry." He hurries away quickly like a dog obeying his master. Wait a minute, a dog huh?

Plus he unexpectedly has a F******k account. Is he still alive somewhere? I browse his F******k profile. His name is Eric Peter Marcus. He resides in the same town. And he works in a coffee shop. He also plays the piano, which makes me think he is talented. And that’s it. I think he is a private type of person. What I learned about him is he lives nearby and he is a barista. There’s not much in here. Except there are some photos of him with an older woman and a little girl.

And I knew, without question, that my stubborn little boy was sprinting at full speed, butt naked, grinning like a criminal cartoon superhero. “I’M A DINOSAUR! DINOSAURS DON’T SHOWER!” Erick, sitting at the kitchen bar with an iPad in one hand and coffee under his nose, just raised an eyebrow. “You know, one day I’d like to eat breakfast without being threatened by a toddler.” I stirred my eggs slowly. “One day? That’s an ambitious dream, Daddy.” Erick squinted. “Don’t call me Daddy right now. Makes me feel like a character in an illegal adult film.”

“I hate to do this, especially not here. These children are the reason we are here and it is important for us not to forget that...” Adrian frowned. “You’re a pretender, you don’t even care for the children, you said that yourself...” “He is drunk!” Eric said to the press that had gathered. “I mean who comes to a gathering like this, drunk? Only Adrian does...he doesn’t care for the children, yet he thinks he can turn around and say I don’t care. He doesn’t care for anyone but himself. Giving out a billion dollars was just something for his ego...”

I wanted to ask these questions, but not while his wolf is on the edge and not in front of all these people… even if these people were my best friends. “I can’t control him…” Erik finally whispered, his voice sounding so sad and worried. “I know,” I kept my tone even, steady. “But you have to breathe.” Taylor was right next to us now. “Erik, how about I sit with you for a while?” Taylor suggested. “That way, if you do try anything, I’ll be there to stop it.”

We gathered outside the arrival area, eagerly awaiting their arrival. Erik was the first to emerge, warmly congratulating me and offering a heartfelt hug. "Congratulations, Leo. I have no doubt you'll be an amazing father," he said, and I clung to him a little longer. Playfully, I pleaded, "Please, keep those needles away from my precious twins," to which he laughed. Erik had a unique hobby of drawing blood, and I needed him to understand that my babies were off-limits. He jokingly asked, "Not even a tiny prick?" and I tightened my embrace, playfully asserting my protective nature.

he asked. “He’s my mate” I state dryly. “That’s amazing, why aren’t you already in the bathroom mating and marking?” Erik laughs but there is a sorrow in his words having been rejected by his mate because he was an independent. “Gross! I may be loud mouthed but I ain’t trashy plus he appears disappointed because he thinks I’m human. He barely spoke to me.” “Oh no that judgemental ass doesn’t know the trouble he started.” Erik just laughs. I winked at him, grabbed the pitchers of beer and glasses and headed back to the table. “I will be right back with those shots.”

he said, exasperated. Erik laughed harder. “NEVER, be honest with a woman when it’s about her appearance. She always looks great. Understand?” “Ugh! Guys are not this complicated. I’m going to get food.” Lennox walked out with frustration on his face. When he left, Erik looked at me. “He is Silja’s son, but I’m glad to see that there is still a lot of you in that boy. He is screwing things up the way you were doing it with Silja in the beginning.”