Eris Ferris Novels & Stories

He could tell that they were from the land of the dead since they were mostly human looking just that they were short of skin. His mom made a sharp turn that had everyone in the vehicle mumuring about how squashed in they were in the vehicle. The turn made Jared remember his first time in the Fortress. He really hoped things would work out well.

Why they wanted me to take the fall for their shit. "Kamari Enoch is a trivial bitch that will fade away without so much as a whisper from us. I don't care about her enough to even feel a twinge of fear. What can an Omega truly do to me? Piss on my head?" Eris sneered. At least she remained in her chair. Remained stationary with her glass in her hand. Now that I looked closer, her posture had changed. She took up more space on the chair if that was even possible. Branched out with both arms on the sides. Head tipped up slightly.

Daryl Poxter was in despair when he knew that the one he offended this morning was no ordinary person, and it turns out that he is the most feared person in the world who turned it up side down. He only realized when he got an earful scold from his superiors Gerald Green the President of the City Bank, Rock City branch. If he could not manage to get Jae Gray and his wife Hazel Young to forgive him he would lost his job but also his own life, and even drag Gerald Green down with him. Daryl Poxter had panicked the moment he realized how much trouble he had gotten himself into. After a brief realization he quickly rushed to the Yong business office after patching himself up to look for Jae Gray

They gasped at the new information. "Unlike Ijus and Leluna, Kaios and Eris are both deities of darkness. But Eris wanted all to herself. Not only the underworld but everything. She wanted to take over the lair. He made something, someone rather that she can use to fight with her. Rowan.

Jide had stopped to get something at a pharmaceutical store close by, and Isaac only crossed the road when he saw a female seated in the front seat. It had taken him a while — after he crossed the road — to recognize that the girl was Emily. Her face was battered up, malnourished, and she was coated in an oversized jumper. Isaac had been attempting to open locked the door when Jide came out. When he confronted Jide, the two had got into a huge fight that attracted passers-by, who were the reason the fight was ended.

I fast-forwarded, my heart pounding. I watched them fuck on the floor of my studio, right in front of my most prized painting, Venus Reborn. The one that took me a year to complete. They'd tossed it aside, using the canvas as a goddamn drop cloth. "You son of a bitch," I seethed. My phone buzzed. Unknown number. "Seraphina." The voice was low and gravelly. I knew it instantly. Dante. Julian's uncle. The real brains of the Moretti family.

But I could feel my heart breaking piece by piece… and maybe it was even innumerable pieces. I felt myself go cold suddenly, with my chest feeling so tight like someone held it so, to torture me like this. I could feel the corners of my eyes go hot. I just took a deep breath instead. I had to control this feeling. I must not break down in front of anyone. I am Xerra. I am an elite warrior!

I could see Boris's smug grin falter for a moment, and whether it was due to my lack of enthusiasm or the underlying tone of indifference in my voice, I couldn't tell. Count Gaius cleared his throat, pulling my attention back to him. "And lastly," he nodded towards the female wolf in Kinnison's embrace, "we have Eris Gravemaw, the eldest daughter of Leon and Trisha." Unlike her brother, Eris exuded tranquility. Her eyes reminded me of the sun, shining with warmth and peacefulness. She had her arms wrapped around my brother's neck, holding on tightly. The sight of them together felt wrong in some uncanny way, like a painting disturbed by a single errant brushstroke.

I tried to cover my tracks, but somehow… somehow, I was caught in the crossfire. It took years to claw my way back. And then came Elise. Stupid, doe-eyed Elise. She should’ve stayed in her corner and scrubbed floors like the servant she was in her old pack. But no—she had to smile at him. Had to laugh at his jokes. Had to remind him of what love was supposed to feel like. She was ruining everything. But this? This wasn’t the end. Ferris thought he’d silenced me. Thrown me into a cell and crossed my name off his list. But he forgot one thing—

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.