Feyre Rhys Novels & Stories

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

"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.

Alex deadpanned. A heavy sensation landed on my chest. Alex had a point. Judging by her cursed eyes, she’d already gotten into trouble somewhere and had resulted in murder. At some point, Faye’s cravings for wildlife would turn into something more sinister. She dug herself into a seriously deadly pit. If I didn’t get her out of it, she would end up dead. I I can’t watch my daughter die. “You’re scared of how powerful I’ll become,” Faye snapped. “I feel as powerful as the sun when I chase down these beasts and rip them apart.”

She wanted her daughter to be the one standing in the spotlight while Anastasia was cast aside. What she hadn’t told Regina was the truth about Anastasia’s mother. Fiona Watson was known in the jewelry world by her anonymous alias "Faye," and was a gifted designer who shook the fashion world once upon a time. Few people knew Faye's true identity and one of them was her. Faye disappeared from the scene without a trace after few years of being at the peak of the fashion world. She was admired and idolised by many in the fashion world and her daughter was one of the ardent fan.

Agnes bade her father goodnight and walked down the stone stairs, crossing the quiet courtyard toward the cliffs. Rhys stood at the edge of the granite precipice, where the dark ocean waves crashed against the rocks two hundred feet below. He wore simple dark trousers and a heavy wool coat left open, exposing his chest. The **Apex Core** hummed quietly beneath his skin, its violet-and-gold light pulsing in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that matched the cadence of the tide. As Agnes approached, Rhys didn't turn around, but his arm opened, inviting her into his side. Agnes slid smoothly against his broad frame, her arm wrapping around his waist as he pulled his coat over her shoulders to block the c

That moment, I knew that I was in love with Iris. “Hell yeah! Better than walking.” Gael yelled. I was thankful despite him losing a leg, he was able to fight back and saved our lives while I was trying to resuscitate Iris. Laughing out loud, she said, “My thighs are numb. It’s noisy, but I like the feeling of the wind blowing my face.” Her voice vibrated through me as her body pressed against my back, and her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. She was sandwiched between me and Gael, and the warmth of her skin reminded me she was still with me and very much alive.

Stepping into the room, Daisy quickly flipped her light switch. 'Dang it! The power is out again.' Her thoughts raced as she walked slowly into the dark room. Just then the light flickers on. "Surprise!" The voice of Allison Melody and her two friends Vicki and Christiana broke through the silence. "Happy birthday, Daisy!" Allison and her friend's voices reverberate through the apartment, echoing with warmth and excitement. Daisy stood frozen, caught between the rush of adrenaline from the initial shock and the sudden flood of relief that washed over her.

CLYVE All I COULD think at this moment was how good it felt to hit my bed and snore under my sheet. Alone. Not with the blonde who talked a lot— Emily. She kept batting her eyelashes as she told me about her first photoshoot experience. She was a boudoir model according to her profile on HeartRated owned by my brother Skipper. She was a bit of a dish, I must say, but too dishy to be my type.

She had managed to avoid the poisonous family for six whole years and now here they all were, swarming into her life all over again like evil bees… or even worse, locusts. All the walls she had built up all these years was suddenly crumpling down, and fast… and by no other than the devil herself. She had always hated Thelma but it was just a common dislike— the kind that was enough to make you stand the person even if they were being very annoying… but today the hatred she felt was just unexplainable… much more intense. The two women started walking towards the trio. A curious Kayla poked her head from her hiding spot behind her mum and once again, Lisa was astounded. She really couldn’t bel

She carefully managed to find her way to her doorstep which was even darker. "Is the switch turned off? Fuck!" She cursed under her breath and dipped her hand into a bag and began searching for her phone. "I never knew you use swear words." Caitlyn heard and immediately shifted back with a scream, landing her butts on the floor in the process and panting heavily. The voice sounded familiar, but who could be at her home at such a time? "Who are you?" She managed to ask, still panting. Her body also trembling with fear.