Novel & Cerita Filthy Rich Fae Book 2

I knew who to expect before I opened the door, but still I only had a moment to brace myself for the devastating stare from my uncle, the High Fae Lord Raelen, before I was face-to-face with him. There's a reason mortals have always been awed by fae-folk in their full, true forms. Lord Raelen was nearly seven feet tall to mortal eyes—which mine, at the moment, were. His whole being shimmered with an opalescent brilliance, from the elegant folds of his long white cloak to the silver sheen of his long, slick hair. His face was a portrait of otherwordly dignity and nobility, with sharp, slanting cheekbones and cool silver-blue eyes.

She was crowned as queen of the kingdom of lust not long after. Fay met Satan, aka Samael, during a grand ball at the second challenge of the competition. The two instantly hit it off, sometimes in the wrong way. Samael immediately wanted to keep her and already claimed her as 'his', something she completely disagreed with. She had no fear when it came to any demons, and gladly awoke their blood lust by cutting her skin and showing her blood. Satan had a banishment and was forbidden to travel to the human realm, so when Fay went back, he lost her. The last time they saw each other was at Gabrielle and Adrian's wedding.

Natalie clutched the stool tight with both her hands to gain some strength before she could stand up. Theo pulled out. He got some tissues from the table and cleaned himself. Natalie stood up, knowing well how she must be looking like, because she could feel his hot seed dripping down her thigh. Maybe the newspaper was right, she was a dirty, dirty girl, but not a secret anymore, and he was forbidden anymore.

A glance towards the bedside clock told her that dawn was still far far away. Doubts encircled her mind and countless questions cropped up. Why was she shown this moment or incident? Whom did that voice belong to? Was the fae kingdom safe? Was...the fae king her well-wisher? ~~~~~~~ “Imbecile!” the fae whimpered on the ground as they writhed in pain. “You just had to find that book! She doesn’t even have that many belongings. How did you not find it!” “I-I, tried. I looked everywhere. I turned the whole room upside down. But...but…” they didn’t know what to say. They could swear that they had seen a book. The pain instantly became unbearable. They howled in pain.

"Stop reading and look at me!" Lucien snaps the thick book shut, his golden eyes flashing with immediate, dangerous irritation. "Get off me, Chika," he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that shakes my core. I plant my hands firmly on his broad, naked chest, digging my knees into the mattress as I give myself a mental pep talk. "It isn't my fault Ronan Blackwell went completely feral at our perimeter gates! I’m bound to you now, Lucien. I gave up my bloodline rights for the Afolayan Dominion! You have no reason to harbor this dark rage. You are the only Alpha who holds my heart!"

Silver braids caught the morning light, and her brilliant golden eyes held a warmth that Emmeline’s finely tuned survival instincts immediately recognized as utterly hollow. It was the exact mask Richard used to wear right before raising his fist. The serene, terrifying smile of a predator in absolute control. To the left stood Lysandra, whose violet eyes glittered with malice. On Elainna's right was Magdae, wearing a crimson dress that clung to her curves like fresh blood and beside her stood Ravenna. The fae’s dark hair writhed slowly like living shadows. "Good morning, dear." Elainna's smile dripped with honeyed poison. "We wanted to walk with you to your lessons. These corridors can be c

God, they were devils. I whimpered and kept moving my hand. Faster now. He was leaking already, pre cum staining my fingers. Someone slipped in from the side, tipped my hair back, licking a stripe up my neck before sucking hard on my pulse point. "Pretty thing's gonna come again," he murmured. "Let her." "She needs to”

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

he paused midway when he thought crossed his mind, “Wait, is there a thing like black fire?” She lowered her gaze and hardly shook her head. “It’s a curse. If you accidentally wield a black fire, you have to control it no matter what. No other faeries from Erganiv must know about your peculiar attribute. Because that black thing will destroy you and every living thing you encounter.” Eleand just agreed. He felt too weak to argue. He suddenly sensed the heaviness of his eyelid. He dozed off again. When he woke up, he was lying on soft hay in the shadow of an enormous magnolia tree. It was full of pink flowers; other petals fell when the wind touched them and landed on his body.

"Please." "Are you prepared to make a deal with a Fae?" His eyebrows are knitted together with concern. "I am," I nod my head quickly. King Lignum holds out his wooden hand and I lay my hand within his. "You will bring me the Fae book of prophecies and in return... I will give you back your mate's mark." I gasp aloud at the last part. It was not what I had agreed upon. But the course of electricity that pulses from his hand through my own lets me know that it is too late.