Fe3h Ingrid Novels & Stories

Soothing Faye and asking her to zip her bag up, Javier called Ingrid again. “Ing, did you just send us a terminator? She said she’d fire the gun and she did. She just turned the ceiling into a hive.” Ingrid sounded nonchalant. “You must’ve asked her to do it then. Faye is hot-tempered but she listens incredibly well. Once you give her an order, there’s nothing she wouldn’t dare do. “I’ve told her that she has to protect Chessie and listen to her, so she won’t let either of you get in harm’s way. Don’t worry!”

I reached for the casserole dish in the middle of the table and transferred a hefty portion of its contents to my plate before speaking. " Because Ingrid is a pathetic and softhearted bitch who could never bring herself to hurt anyone so there's no way she would be able to give the fayronas what they'll demand in return and besides she'll loves Aegon and would feel bad about controlling him, trust me if she was the one she would be found out in no time because she would wear her guilt around her neck like a strand of pearls." I explained, filling the empty glass beside my plate from the jug of clear water with ice cubes and cucumber slices and downing more than half the glass in two gulps to

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

hearing the quality words of her lord, Ingrid moved her delicate hands towards Zark and hugged him. She is Ingrid, guardian of the library and custodian of the deep areas of the castle, she is a Young Sky Mithryl Imperial True Dragon. Although Damenburg Castle is inhabited by peculiar beings, Ingrid is one of the rarest inhabitants of all, not only that, there is possibly no other Dragonic specimen similar to Ingrid. Firstly, Ingrid is a dragon of perfect complex essence, half Sky Dragon and half Mithryl Dragon, with all the strengths of these two types of dragon, but with none of her weaknesses.

And Ingrid has always had very high requirements for the quality of food, so in the end he could only order a salad and a glass of juice casually. Enduring the loving atmosphere of the two people in front of her as if no one was around, she was full of anger. However, when all the things they ordered came up, Ingrid suddenly found that he was still too young. Not only is she full of gas, but this forced dog food can still make her die! Isn't it just to eat a black tiger prawn, Sasha doesn't have no hands, Edward, you just peeled every shrimp and put it on her plate!

She also felt tired. … The next day, Ingrid claimed she had lost her appetite recently and wanted to eat something more flavorful. So, Evelyn prepared a cup of honey lemon tea for Ingrid using gourmet honey. She even cooked a pot of lentil soup with beans to nourish her body. However, Ingrid took one sip and immediately spat it out. "What soup is this? It's too greasy! Is this meant for a pregnant woman? I said I wanted something flavorful. Is this it? This is nothing but a bowl of beans!"

“How was your day?” “It went alright,” I replied, sitting down across from her. “And yours?” “Peaceful,” she said. “Thank you for having me in your home.” Ingrid came in carrying a steaming tray of food. She set it on the table, her expression calm. Tonight’s dinner was one of her special meals: baked chicken with rosemary, creamy mashed potatoes, steamed green beans with garlic, and a hearty vegetable soup. The rich, warm, and strong aroma filled the room instantly.

, Bryndis said, sighing as she introduced each child. Ingrid, age 18. The oldest after Malik. 5'11" and obviously a warrior. Long-limbed and taut, Ingrid mirrors her mother’s sculpted physique in miniature. Ash-blonde hair cut into a bob that bounced as she walked, every step measuring distance and purpose. Her forest-green eyes are alert. A trail of freckles dusts the bridge of her straight nose. Ingrid favours snug leather leggings, cropped tunics and is accessorised with a single armband of braided iron.

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.