Holy Grail Of Eris

My roommate, Keith Kavanaugh, calls himself the "Holy Son of Frost". On the very first day we meet, he insists that the air conditioner in our dorm room must stay on until October, and the temperature can never go above 50°F. He claims, "A mystic says I'm the Holy Son of Frost, so I have a rare physique. I can only live in cool environments of 50°F at most." He even starts live-streaming, and his "special condition" instantly attracts a huge following. Meanwhile, I'm sitting right in front of the AC vent, so I'm shivering all over from the cold. I quickly turn the temperature up, but he immediately turns it back down and even locks the remote in his cabinet. "We're all educated college students here. Why are you so selfish?" he questions. Faced with his unreasonable accusation, I hold back my anger and try to reason with him. "We're in the north region. The weather here is cool enough in September. There's no need to set the AC this low. But if you insist, I can switch spots with you…" Keith cuts me off impatiently, "Are you crazy? Who sleeps right in front of the AC vent? What if I get sick from it? No one else has a problem. Why are you the only one making a fuss? Let me warn you—I'll melt from the heat. If you make me uncomfortable during my stay, I'll have you kicked out!" I realize there's no reasoning with him, so I plan to contact the dorm counselor to switch rooms. But Keith beats me to it! He goes to her first, records a video, and even posts it online. He accuses me, a local student, of being selfish and bullying him, someone who is from out of town. Just then, a new post suddenly appears on the campus forum. The poster writes, "My roommates are too wasteful. One guy washes his hair every day, and he even uses running water. He even takes a shower after every training session! Meanwhile, I can wash my whole body with just one damp towel. "And the worst part of this is that they want to kick me out after I made an itemized bill to split expenses. These cheapskates are always taking advantage of me. I'm looking for a high-quality dorm to take me in." My eyes light up instantly. He's the one!

At the wedding banquet, my fiancé arrived late with his first love in a best man's outfit, while the groom's suit was thrown on the sofa in a mess. "Quentin, today is our wedding..." "Natalie!" Quentin interrupted me sharply, his eyes full of warnings. "I think you should know what to say and what not to say. Be accommodating and don't make me hate you." I laughed bitterly. Just because Quentin's first love lost her memory, everyone was playing a game of finding memories with her, so we had to hide it from her and coax her, and not overwhelm her. In order to comfort me, Quentin came forward and hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "Nat, you can understand me, right?" I nodded to show my understanding, turned around, and took the hand of the real best man to join in holy matrimony. Later, when I was shopping in the mall while pregnat, he stopped me with tears in his eyes: "Nat, we were all acting, weren't we? How did you get pregnant?"

Barbara always gets what she wants except for one thing, freedom. She must not leave the house alone without being accompanied by at least one of her parents.Like a child.On the other hand, everything changed after she met Saga who claimed to be a vampire.Barbara is a wolvire, a crossbreed between wolf-shifters and vampires. However, that is not what makes it bad.She has holy blood targeted by some who are oriented towards evil. One of them is the Cursed.Will Barbara manage to escape or even hide from him? Will she manage to keep herself from being controlled by the devil to summon darkness?One day in a city in Indonesia, chaos struck. Darkness hung in the sky and seemed to be fog in the air. What is wrong? Is it related to Barbara?__________________________A gift is a gift.What makes it a curse is the apparent human desire for dark power. Fight, or all will be destroyed._____________________________Chapter "A" for first-person narrative (I)Chapter "B" for third-person narrative (he/she)Chapter "AB" for narrative in two points of view at once (I, he/she)

They say nuns are off-limits. I call that a challenge. They say obsession is a sin. I stopped counting sins when blood became my business. She says I’m a sinner. She’s not wrong. But when I have her whispering confessions against my skin that would make Lucifer himself blush, what does that make her? A firecracker wrapped in a habit. All rosaries and rebellion, thinking she can drive me away with Scripture and that ice-cold stare. Amusing. Her holy water won't wash away what I do to those round tits. She's not a bride of Christ yet. And the harder she prays for salvation, the more determined I am to show her what real worship feels like. They say God answers all prayers. But in my city, prayers come to me first. Her vows or my empire. Heaven or my hell. The choice was never really hers to make. God may forgive me, but she won’t.

Silver burned. Holy light seared. I screamed my brother’s name, Theron, into the communication crystal. My consciousness was fading. His cold voice finally crackled through. "What now?" I fought through the pain, my voice weak. "Theron, please… help me…" He cut me off, his voice a razor's edge. "Enough! Lilith is hosting the Blood Moon Festival. Stop causing trouble. If you’re tormenting her out of jealousy again, I’ll throw you in the sun cells myself." The line went dead. Lilith. Our manipulative little adoptive sister. Was she really more important to him than his own blood? The silver poison and searing light consumed me. I shattered. My tears turned to ash, my body right behind them. Congratulations, Theron. You're free of your annoying sister. You don't have to lock me up anymore. Because I'm already dead.

My smile wasn't the only thing that dropped. I lost my balance and I found myself slipping to the floor, I was supposed to have a bad fall but I was able to catch myself before that happened. "Holy fuck" that was the first word which escaped my lips. Dante Garvino was seated right in front of me with his green deadly eyes pinned on me. "Dante" I mumbled under my breath, how was I going to provide 400 million dollars?" Ashely had been kidnapped by Dante Garvino, a well knowned feared alpha mafia Lord. A man who was trained on how to destroy and torture with his heart as cold as ice, he claimed she committed a heinous crime and she must pay for her actions but when opposite attracts she finds herself smitten and drawn to his enigmatic ways but his enemies are against it as his dead long secrets comes to light, she is one woman who brought him down on his knees.

Being in a fake relationship with a hockey player. I must be sick. No! I must have hit my head somewhere. Clara had no choice but to agree to be in a fake relationship just to protect her secret from being exposed. She doesn't know what everyone was going to think of her after her work “The holy stripper” was being revealed as the author backed by her crush on her step brother. Clara makes the rules, no kissing, no sex and no feelings but what happens when she breaks the rules? She doesn't just despise the gut of the guy she hates so much on campus instead she has butterflies for him. What happens when the hot hockey player who everyone wants, gets into a relationship with a nobody on campus? Jealousy! Hatred! For the girls who have a crush on him, will Clara's secret be revealed or will a frustrated girl still dig in to find out why the popular star hockey player ditch her for Clara? Find out more!

This is the seventh year of my arranged marriage to Frank Jackson, yet he is constantly seeing other women. Because of that, I become known in our circle as the ever-tolerant wife. Everyone is watching and waiting to see when a mistress will finally replace me. But when I unexpectedly get pregnant, I hear a furious voice screaming at me from my belly in my mind. "Mommy, are you some holy saint? In your past life, you kept tolerating everything. That was exactly why my scumbag dad's mistress drove you out and left you for dead on the streets! "That vile woman is practically trampling all over you. How can you not fight back? Slap her! While you're at it, give my fool of a dad a good slap, too! The more you tolerate, the more people push their luck. You need to stand up for yourself and divorce that scumbag!" I swallow nervously, but my hand is already itching to act. Maybe I should try doing what the baby says...

Hot forbidden novellas so filthy they’ll leave you soaked and ashamed. A stepdaughter bent over for her strict stepfather. A stepsister ruined by her stepbrother in a snow-ending world. A devout daughter corrupted on holy ground by her priest. Best friends’ innocent little sister ruined by the one man she shouldn't have. Brilliant student blackmailed and bred by her married professor. Every story burns with slow, agonizing tension before erupting into raw, unprotected breeding, ruthless dominance, and soul-crushing guilt that only makes them wetter. These powerful men don’t just break the rules, they destroy them... and their girls thank them with soaked thighs and whispered “please, more.” Some lines should never be crossed but these women don’t just cross the lines, they spread their legs and beg to be ruined on the other side. Because the sweetest sins aren’t the ones you hide, they’re the ones that consume you completely.

“I was her past but not her future.” Some say that our past is the reflection of our future, but what if your past is not part of your future? Living with her stepdad and battered mom, Mia dreamed of a safe life for her mother and brother. Struggling to her feet, she worked hard and planned for their escape until she stole a notebook from her best friend’s house one day and freed a curse Lycan King, which changed her life forever. Where the past meets the future, which love will she bind her heart, the past of the future? “Please, don’t leave! Help me!” I woke up hearing the strange voice calling me, crying and pleading for help. I tried to ignore it, but the voice was dragging my feet in his direction. The voice stops, and everything becomes quiet…. “Hi, I am Davon Maddox.” “Holy shit! You are the curse werewolf guy!”