Fayre Book Novels & Stories

Her hands were still on the arm of Wruy, who actually smirked at her question. Dickhead. "Wruy here is scared of deep water. The endless depth of the unknown. Isn't that something?" I asked Fay with a mean tone. Wruy flinched back and I saw Fay quickly looking at him. She then turned to me, her eyes angrier. "What is your deepest fear, my King?" The last two words were said sarcastic, and I just wanted to put her body on the floor and own her. She talked back to me like I was an ordinary human. "I don't have any fears." I said back, my own anger rising. "Everybody is scared of something," She remarked smugly, "I will guess yours. That's a promise." She sweetly replied, flattening her body ag

James shakes his head as he grins, “so.. would you prefer fifty shades or Susie homemaker?” “Hmm,” I hum as I walk slowly over to the bookshelves in the mini red light district. There were a lot of toys on the shelves. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, cock rings, some kind of stone eggs I didn’t recognize, and of course an assortment of handcuffs and rope. My curiosity gets the bette of me and I go over to the large X, trailing my hands over the smooth wood and gripping the cuffs. Turning to James I say hesitantly, “I’ve been reading a book. One of Annie’s.. about.. being fully dominated. And I was wondering if we could try that?”

He had been so hard on himself that he pushed everyone away but now, seeing the two of them together gave her hope; Najmah was slowly bringing back her son to life. {••} Najmah had showered and changed into a red fit and flare dress, wrapped a veil in a turban style before strolling towards the library. Pushing the door open, she went in, walking towards the books and picked the first book that caught her eye; “The Devil Wears Prada” by Lauren Weisberger. She sank into the beanbag chair, getting completely immersed in the story. When she was done reading, she returned the book back where she took it then proceeded to look for another book to read.

"Well, I wouldn't disappoint you because you invited me. I'm coming to see the lives of the so-called rich men." "Miss Roy, really? Then, I'll ask his assistant to send you an invitation personally." But Fay casually remarked, "No need." "But you can't enter the banquet without an invitation," Celia responded. "What makes you think I don't have an invitation?" Fay sneered as she spoke. "Just boast! When the time comes, we'll see how ashamed you are.” Jil gave a snort. She received no response from Celia. Her eyes gleamed with a hint of excitement. It occurred to her, ‘Fay fell into the trap’

“How could they? Once graceful and stunning, now repugnant and hideous.” “Why are you so concerned?” Serra asked in a tone that dripped honey. Astrid gave the girl a lofty expression. “Because, people come from all over Faynon to see splendours, and they see that. I mean, even the roof looks like it has a bad case of the pox. I am truly embarrassed to come from people who let that happen. Heartbroken I tell you, heartbroken.” Her voice reached tragic tones of superiority as she sniffed with disgust.

Fay sadly said “you don't need to worry about where you will stay, you can stay here, and I will take are of you, I promise” Kiara shook her head Immediately “No, thanks, I just don't want history to repeat itself, I can't stay because you have a husband and all men are the same” Fay chuckled hearing that “All men are not the same, you just happened to meet the wrong set of men, don't worry you are safe here, so what do you say?” She asked. Kaira hesitated, but there was something about Fay that calmed her soul and body down. She forced a smile. “Okay I would stay, thank you for having me, Fay”

"It is her!!" Maya squealed with delight and excitement. "Who?" Ameerah asked looking lost. "Mr sage New lover", Maya whispered closing her mouth. "What?! Mr sage New lover?" Ameerah eyes opened in shock and excitement. Maya nodded looking at Faye. Faye stole a glance at them and bend her head playing with her fork. She is very beautiful and so stunning in that baby blue figure hugging dress. She is so much beautiful in person than the site she g****e at home.

“But we can’t leave now. Not for a while. Not until things are more…settled.” Fay sighs, disappointed, and falls back against his pillows. “It’s not always going to be like this,” he murmurs, sorry that she feels so discontented. “Once everything dies down, once we’re married, we’ll have like…complete freedom. We can go back to the bookshops…maybe to Paris…” he gives her a shy smile, knowing she’d love it there. She gives him a little half-smile in response, but he knows she’s not content with what he’s offering.

Faye squeals, her voice trembling with sheer joy. Elowen rolls her eyes, a sharp pang of envy tugging at her chest despite her genuine delight for her friend. Unlike Elowen—who is trapped in the political nightmare of the Hartwell family and subjected to the ruthless whims of High Alpha Calloway Sterling—Faye has actually found someone to share her life with. "That's amazing, Faye, but why are you hyperventilating?" Elowen asks, shifting her weight on the seat. "What's the emergency?"