Flynn Rider Smolder Novels & Stories

When they finally crawled ashore, Owen looked at me pitifully and asked if I remembered anything. When I shook my head, disappointment filled his eyes. Still, he said, "It's okay. I'll keep trying to help you remember." He brought me roses every day, saying that they were my favorite flowers. But I didn't care. The sight of that bright red color only made me feel disgusted. He also brought me an embroidered wedding dress, saying that it was a gift from my mentor. Apparently, I had worn it for him once before, and he had been completely captivated.

Sarah. His daughter’s bright, innocent smile. Sarah’s haunted, weary eyes. Both of them, so precious, so vulnerable, slipping further from his reach with every agonizing beat of his engine. The thought was a raw ache in his chest, a burning urgency that fueled his speed. He pushed his bike harder, ignoring the chill that cut through his leather vest.

She giggled when she was tickled by their flapping wings against her face. Theo smiled first before answering. Maddie takes away all his stress from ruling even with just her smile. "This is the sanctuary of the novis flam." Maddie turned around and her brows met as she cannot understand the last phrase Theo said. "The what?" Theo pointed to the fountain with his hand and Maddie followed it with her eyes. "The last flame." Maddie nodded before she looked at Theo. "Last? What do you mean by that?" Theo asked her to sit on the nearby bench. The guards are scattered around the place but no one is near them. Somehow they got some privacy which put Maddie at ease. She glanced at the fountain firs

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

At that time I already had the impression that his taste was spicy, because my tongue was already more than taken by his breath, and I should both be on fire. Gradually an intoxicating sensation took over my body, rising from the tip of my feet to the back of my neck. I had the feeling of being on fire. Burning around Flynn.'s While he gave me enough fuel to count on fire. Flynn closed his eyes for a single moment, moaning my name, while his body stiffened completely and he propelled himself to me once again.

I murmured, smiling at her photo through my phone. She was short, almost as if the Moon Goddess crafted her as a tiny little cute thing. Her dark curly hair fell up to her delicious-looking ass. It almost made me lose my control of my desire to choke her right there, fucking her in front of everyone. Her emerald green eyes were so innocent and deep as if she was reading away all my dirty desires about her. Her nose and ear piercings were unusual, but they only added to her sexiness. And, she is the manager of the Bikers' Club, my employee. And, someone I could have never got for myself. Or, so I thought until she found me in my office that night, and I smelt her. "Mate. She was mine."

“Lara… Magnus… listen to me. The only way to kill Rider Storm… is with your blood combined… poured into a lethal blade.” I nodded, my throat tight. “We’ll do it, father. We’ll end this.” With a final, trembling breath, Skyrim placed his hand on Lara’s forehead, a faint glow emanating from his touch. “Take my strength… my daughter. Use it well.” And then he was gone. Lara’s sobs cut through the night, but she steeled herself, turning to me with a fierce determination in her eyes. “Let’s finish this.” We moved as one, driven by grief and resolve. With a swift cut, we drew blood from our palms, letting it mix with the blade of Skyrim's enchanted dagger. The blade glowed with a lethal light, cha

The ritual would end sooner or later. As I was going to cut for the 26th time the flames flared engulfing me and Alex. Surprisingly it didn’t burn me or Alex. I felt power surge through me. With the passing time, the flames around Alex grew milder and milder while the one around me grew stronger and stronger. Then with a burst of red light, the flames vanished and the Alexart stopped glowing too. Alex was sitting in the same position as before but his face was paler. I tried to wake him up by tapping his cheeks.“ Alex! Alex!”

I didn’t move from the saddle; Raiden’s arm stayed firm around my waist as if daring anyone to try and take me again. My eyes flicked past Darius… straight to Lyra. She was still trapped in my silver flames. I lifted one hand lazily, the faintest flick of my fingers brushing the air. The fire obeyed instantly. SHHHH— The flames vanished, dissolving into thin wisps of smoke. Lyra collapsed to the ground, gasping and sobbing, clutching her burnt arms and shaking. Pathetic. Raiden finally released me and stepped off the horse with that slow, dangerous grace only an Alpha could have. He didn’t rush. He didn’t need to. His presence alone made the air feel heavier, thicker — like even the shadows

Ryder reported gayly as he waltzed into the room. “I need to go to the Freeland, are you able to accompany me?” I asked the hybrid rogue, Ryder was a different kind of character; rogue, witch, wolf, medic, marine… and I am sure there were more things that we could conclude I’m sure didn’t even know. I saw him hesitate, then nod his head.