Grumpy Sunshine Fantasy Books 소설 & 이야기

I'm looking forward to building up my tan over the next couple of weeks. I'm one chapter into my new Lucy Score book when I sense somebody walking out onto the terrace. I lift my eyes so they reach above the top of my book to see who it might be. It's Him. Mr Grump. I blinking well hope he doesn't come anywhere me because I like my space and he is the last man I want close to me. But, he is so damn HOT.

That says a lot since my dad was an abusive alcoholic who kicked me out without a second thought. “Hey, little man. Did you make mommy a card?” I asked, investigating his hands to be sure he wouldn’t get glitter on me. I am not a fan of glitter. Even less after those Twilight books falsely claimed my people glitter in the sunlight. Ugh. I don’t glitter like some diamond in the sun. I burn like a marshmallow held too close and too long to an open flame. Other than that, I had no real issues with the books. I wouldn’t have published them, but I’m a vampire, so I couldn’t and wouldn’t put my brand on a series that made vampires glitter. I publish supernatural fantasy books. That’s why I even me

“I let strangers cum inside me, on me, everywhere. I sucked cock while people watched. I came with a woman sitting on my face. But I do not feel shame. I feel… alive.” Damon hugged me closer. “Good. That is exactly how you should feel.” We watched the sunrise in comfortable silence. No talk about exchanging numbers. No promises to see each other again. This was a one-night fantasy and we both understood that. When the sun finally sat fully above the horizon, Damon kissed the top of my head. “The tender will take you back whenever you are ready.” I nodded but stayed in his arms a little longer. My body still hummed with the memory of the night.

Dawn . Suddenly, the pressure in my chest vanishes.My car swerves slightly as a gasp catches in my throat. I grip the steering wheel, staring at the horizon where the first sliver of golden sunlight is breaking through the sky. I press both hands against my chest, right over my heart. Nothing. The void behind my ribs is freezing, a hollow crater where the warm, magnetic pull of the bond used to be. My breathing comes in shallow, ragged hitches. I’m still miles away from the pack territory, stranded on a desolate stretch of road in the middle of nowhere.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

Burning Territory ♠ SYLVARA ♠ Morning arrives like a gentle whisper, brushing the edges of dreams with golden fingertips. Sun rays streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. The sun's rays danced across the sky, painting the clouds in a warm palette of orange and pink.

Nyx'S Pov Since the day at the orphanage, I've been visiting them every day. Always in the afternoons when I have nothing else to do. And when I'm home, I spend the rest of my time in the library, buried in books. Not the romantic kind. The serious kind. Books on wolves, curses, bloodlines, magic, and ancient healers. Books that talk about pain and the strange ways it affects werewolves. Because Caspian's pain wasn’t ordinary. And even though he never talks about it, I can see it in his eyes. I can feel it in the way his body stiffens when the full moon approaches.

The sun has begun to set signally that their mothers would soon be here for them, so I take out the story book from the pile of things I had gone to get from the market, with the little money the Beta had given me, in preparation for this experience; crayons, drawing books, pencils, erasers and many more. My Happy Ending. That is the title of the book. It had caught my attention in the children store, so I had bought it with the excuse that it would be a good and quick read for the children. But I knew it was for no one but myself. It seems that blue eyed pup, which I’ve finally known by his name, Paul, it seems he has an allergy to books. As he began to throw this tantrums immediately I sat

By noon the sun was blazing hot. The house felt like an oven even with the AC running full blast. I changed into my red bikini, grabbed a towel and a book, and headed to the pool. Jax was nowhere in sight. Good. I needed time alone to clear my head.