Long Haired Eren Novels & Stories

Gianna along with her mate is with them too. “So uhm, my Alpha is with them,” Erick scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll be fine, Erick. I’m used to this,” she gave him a little smile. Gianna spotted their beta coming over but it took her a few moments to recognize the alluring lady in red walking next to him. “Irene!” Gianna and an alpha from another continent said at the same time. Gianna glanced at the guy who’s wearing black pants, black shirt and a black cap. He is drool worthy.

My throat tightened. “The kind of pull she had on men,” Eren continued, running a hand through his beard. “Mabe it was just… her black magic. But I know this. If I had stayed around her long enough, I don’t trust that I would have resisted if she would have tried to make a pass at me.” He shook his head. “So no. You’re not the only sinner in this family.” The car climbed higher, the air thinning, the terraces looming closer. Steam drifted faintly from the hundreds of turquoise mineral pools, giving the place an otherworldly look.

said Doctor Catherine introducing Eren. "Hi, my name is Eren. Nice to meet you all," said Eren as he extended his hand to get acquainted. "Hello Eren, my name is Zoya," said a woman who shook Eren's hand. Zoya is a woman who has a unique appearance. Her hair was cut short like a boy's haircut and her hair was fiery red. The body is small but has strong muscles. She looks tomboy compared to women in general.

He took his seat at the table, leaning back with a grin that was far too wide. My father leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eyes that I hadn’t seen in years. “So, Eren, now that you have been fed, tell us. How is that colorful love life of yours? Have you finally met someone who can tolerate you for more than a week?” Eren bristled, snatching a piece of bread. “I do not have a messed-up love life like yours, thank you very much! But you would not believe the woman I saw today. She was like an actual vision. An angel in a navy skirt.”

He was making the pack and family proud. The sun has set by the time I come out from the bathroom after taking a shower. I slip into a pair of comfortable leggings and a loose sweater. Facing the mirror, I tie my damp hair into a hasty ponytail. The doorbell rings, startling me. I don't remember inviting any guests over. Who could it be? I totter toward the front door, and when I open it, Eren is standing before me in his full glory. He is wearing a black leather jacket and black jeans and T-shirt. His dark locks were brushed back but some still bounced across his eyes.

Elizabeth My fingers worked their way down his shirt till I was done with the last button. Our lips are still playing tangles. He pushed away a little as the material fell to the floor. I drooled at his body. Eren was on the leaner side but he was very muscular. What got my attention was the tattoo of a burning rose on the left part of his chest . It was huge and it spread across his torso in thorn bushes. The person who did this might as well drawn a whole garden on him.

The next morning, the suns were gone. Thick gray clouds covered the sky. The palace was very quiet. It felt heavy, like the sky was also sad. Eren came into my room early. She did not bring food. She brought a dress. It was black, long, and heavy. "My Queen," Eren said softly. "It is time. We must get you ready." I sat up slowly. My body was tired, but my heart was not weak anymore. Yesterday, I cried many tears. Now, those tears were gone. What was left inside me was fire.

He turned the water to lukewarm and leaned forward, his hands against the wall, the water splashing down his back. For Eren, life was a long, lazy road. He didn't mind walking it as long as he could do so at his own pace. Growing up, he'd avoid getting close to anyone. He was easygoing at a young age but after the death of his parents and losing his sight, he locked everyone out of his life except his butler, Mr. Lewis, whom he trusted with his life. Eren was well known for being arrogant and pompous and he wasn't well liked by most.

"I've witnessed my sister's attraction for Arden Gunner, who's always hostile when it comes to her. Though I believe that because she's too young—just eighteen—and Arden's too serious, maybe he didn't consider her at first.” Erina was so curious about Arena that she ended up looking at Erikson seriously, her eyes never leaving him. "What’s so great about Arden Gunner?" Erina couldn’t help but ask it out loud, which made Erikson’s lips curl in a smirk.

I heard Erin say as she suddenly appeared out of nowhere and leaned on the locker next to me with her arms crossed. Erin is my friend, and she was not just any woman but a beautiful and radiant transwoman whose captivating charm surpassed even that of the famous Jessica Cross. Erin possessed a grace that mesmerized those around her and a femininity that was truly awe-inspiring. With her luscious brunette hair flowing smoothly down her back and her enchanting gray eyes that shimmered like moonlit skies, she effortlessly captivated the hearts of all who set their gaze upon her. Erin hailed from a proud Latin heritage, with roots that added an extra touch of exotic enchantment to her already ca