Long Haired Eren Novels & Stories

They were warming up. She hesitantly walked there as she watched them. "What are you doing here, Luna?" A solid voice had her jumping in surprise as she turned around to find a man as tall as Draken standing there with his hand behind his back. He noticed the distressed look on Aurora's face and his face softened. "I'm Eren. The beta of this pack." The man introduced himself and Aurora's eyes widened slightly. He was Charlotte's mate. "Good morning, Beta Eren." She said with a soft smile. A smile grazed his lips as Eren nodded at her.

She wishes they had put that darn peephole a little lower so she'd see who was outside. When the knocking went louder, she inhaled deeply, gathering the courage and hold the door handle. Then she turned it and opened the door. She saw a man who had let Kenji wrapped his muscular arm around his neck. The man was tall almost the same height as Kenji, he has got a short back and sides haircut and he's handsome but her focus was on her damn wasted husband. "Uh, hey! I'm Eren, Kenji's best friend. I'm sorry it's late w-we had a couple of--"

I grumble as I open the door without looking, only to find Eren standing there in an unbuttoned night robe. Eren has always been an extremely handsome man, the most attractive I have seen infact but tonight he is breathtaking. His physique is a masterful sculpture of power and agility, is broad and Herculean, muscles rippling under taut, olive-toned skin which is perfectly complimented by his short sleeve black robe. His face, etched with the lines of countless battles, but yet carries a stoic beauty. His jaw, strong and determined, is softened only by the meticulous trim of his beard, adding a refined ruggedness to his appearance.

He screamed miserably, "Stop, stop! Please spare me, I was wrong!" Valerie punched him a few more times before finally stopping. She looked at him and asked, "So now, are you going to cooperate?" Eren cried with a pitiful face and said, "Y-Yes! My name is Eren Kirstein, nickname Swift Shadow, an unofficial disciple of Thunder Sect." Eric shouted, "I don't care who you are! What were you trying to do, sneaking onto Mount Lourneau in the middle of the night?" Eren shrank back and replied, "I was gathering intel. And I figured I would try my luck and see if I could kidnap the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince."

"Sorry, I'm curious if you're as sweet as cake. I stood up and wanted to run away. "We're not done yet. I'm just kidding. Can we continue?" Eren stood up straight again and held me there. I'm so scared, but I need to borrow his pants. "I'll lend you my sweatpants after we dry our hair." He continued helping me dry my hair. My hair is quite thick and long. So it takes longer to dry. Raff's sweater is a little oversized on me. So, the neck continues to sag from my shoulder to my left arm.

Once the two were far enough, Eren looked down at the girl who had realized her attempts to scream and fight him off were fruitless, he had wished that she would realize he was only trying to protect her for the two monsters outside the door won’t show her any mercy, but he had already done his share of hurting her to kill any good faith she might have in him. She just laid under him, half of her body exposed, the other half barely covered as well, her long hair spread all around her face like silver sun rays, her chest moving up and down erratically with her deliciously looking breasts perked up, firm and round with small pink buds, her skin had many faint scares, on her neck, chest, and be

“I need your help in tracking the fragments of the holy Nromais.” “I’m sorry but I think you have mistaken me for radar or some sort of metal detecting machine.” She was about to go back inside her shop when the man stopped him, “Marga, the Queen Aera herself sent for you.” His words stopped her. Looking back, she asked, “Princess Aera is the Queen now?” “Affirmative. About a hundred year ago.” “What about Queen Sliofe?” “She withered.” “I’m sorry to hear that.” It looks like things at Lenriad changed a lot since she went away.

she said, a grin creeping across her face. I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re impossible.” “Relax, Baby girl,” Uncle Eren said, chuckling as he clicked his seat belt and hit the gas. His windblown hair and dimpled smile betrayed his soft side, despite the tough and smooth businessman facade he wore for clients. “I’ll lock the doors and run over any creep who tries anything.” “You better, Uncle,” Pelin teased, leaning between the seats. “Or Manolya’s gonna have to fight them off with her bare hands.”

Not only Anne-marie, but even the man who was supposedly Asher looked amused. That man pulled his phone from her pocket and dialed someone. “Get your ass here!" She casually said, "Something of yours is lost," and immediately hung up. "Don't be like that. Explain it properly. Asher won't come if you say it like that," Anne-Marie corrected. “Just let it be.” “Wait!” Liz interrupted the strange flow of conversation with her hand raised. “You’re Asher!” Liz pointed to the man behind Anne Marie. “No. We’ve shared space since the womb, but I’m Eren.” Eren shook his head.

Eren is an Alpha, and getting humiliated and used like filth by this crowd of barbarians, which includes even Betas. "Keep looking!" Lyrien orders, grasping Rene's jaw and turning his head towards the public display. Rene grows even more tensed, trying to yank his chin away from Lyrien's grip, but it is in vain. Rene has no choice but to watch the horror continue to unfold. Eren gasps and chokes on the warrior's cock, while two other Betas pump him from behind; there are at least up to fifty others lined up to use their new clan whore.