Fayre Book Novels & Stories

(Sexual Content) Three Weeks later Sheila I just recently came out of a meeting with Ty who wants me to go on a business trip as he needs me to be there and I took this as an opportunity to get close to him. My men informed me of the progress they made in attacking the Fae King and the death of the Fae Twin's Father. I was assigned to send some flowers and we were on our way to attend the funeral, Addison was with Ty and this was my way of warming up to her to see if I could get a read without being too obvious. The funeral was held off for the past three weeks as Michael was in a coma for about a week and Cayden was missing for at least two days. When he returned, he was more into trying to

"Your highness, with her we need not look for another." The Aide said. Felicity (Three) shook her head at the man. Looking at Princess Melinda scowling, the man tried to salvage what he could. "If she helps us, it would be a great blessing for the Empire!" "She told you no already." This time Zia spoke. Her cultivation leaked out as she was ready to kill the man outright. "You do best to drop it. Or there will be another dead Aide getting buried."

I'm tired but my brain is wired. I can't stop thinking about what just happened. He was dominant, yet still made sure I was okay before doing anything. I can’t help but blush at the thought of what just happened. I wanted more honestly, but I’ll have to be patient until he thinks I’m ready for it. I wish I could have done something for him. Granted I wouldn't know what to do, I've read some particular spicy books which gave me some ideas, yet even if i tried it I wouldn't even know what to do.

He expressed regret. He sat, and the waiter returned because I had instructed him to do so once the seat was occupied. After perusing the menu, Henry requested cosy local homemade pasta, while I requested croissants; cheap, crispy soul; Voltaire. Halfway through our meal, that same girl from the bar walks in elegantly, her heels flawlessly striking the tiled floor. Suddenly, I felt a strange feeling in my heart; she appeared familiar, but I couldn't place her. She walks behind a woman, most likely her mother, though they don't look alike, and a man in an expensive suit walks alongside them; they appear to be business partners. Henry tapped me on the shoulder.

Freya replied sounding chirpy and excited. I cautiously opened the door ajar and peeked in, not quite knowing what to expect. Standing in front of me was the most precious girl I had ever met in my life. Still wrapped in her crisp white towel and facing her closet, I watched as she frantically pushed outfits aside just like she was doing when I first arrived less than a few hours ago. I wanted to walk over to her and put my hands around her waist, sweep her long mousy brown hair over her shoulders, and bury my face in her neck. But that was what caused a seizure earlier, so I decided against it. Instead, I quietly strolled over to the bed and took a seat, then continued to watch her. I sat t

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Fay gladly got to her knees, straightening her skirt and top, covering, albeit briefly she suspected, her luscious body. They left the shop, Fay casting a backward glance at the two men who had furnished her with the accessories that had sealed her acceptance of a new life.

It was sweet yet subtle, there were floral hints but it didn’t taste like perfume. “Wow that is delicious. I can see why it could be dangerous, it’s so smooth.” She took another sip, closing her eyes and savouring the flavour. Then another, and before she knew it, her glass was empty. Caleb laughed at her when she pouted at the empty glass, they set them down and went back onto the dance floor. She managed to get another dance in with Caleb before getting whisked away by another dancer. After that dance she saw a waiter with more of the Fae wine and managed to grab a glass and down it before the next dance partner could twirl her away. She twirled and laughed enjoying the evening much more a

SAGE The door opened, and Faye walked in with Kaius; she was wearing the most absurd clothing; her top was drenched in sweat, dirt clung to her shorts, and her sneakers. Strands of her hair were clinging to her face. She looked rough yet ravishing at the same time. She nonchalantly took her seat next to Shantel, rather than the space next to me. I had earlier made Sloane change her position; I didn't know why, but I felt that if she stayed clear of me, Faye might consider taking up the space.

Raff starts. “I know. I should have told you last night or maybe this morning, but Rafferty Maellan Verdante Addams, you have no right to go through my things and read my spell book!” Willow shouts. Raff looks shocked at the accusation and a bit scared. “Woah there princess! No one went through your things or read your spell book. Just hear Raff out, then you can explain what your spell book has to do with you being more fae than we thought,” Aiden says, stepping to block Raff from her wrath if she unleashes it.