Long Haired Eren Novels & Stories

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

There's a huge track field outside with dummies to fight against, there even looks to be an archery section filled with all sorts of battle weapons. I could see Eren standing there in a simple white shirt and black pants, his black hair looked messy and I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers through it. His arms were crossed making his biceps look bigger as he's listening intently to what Reiner is telling him. When I thought this morning couldn't get more crappy, I felt burning eyes launch daggers at me, I turned around to see Lina behind me, and she looked royally pissed. There was this look on her eyes that terrified me. Needless to say, she had murder in her eyes. Eren finally look

Couldn’t I have found a better excuse? Erden fakes back a smile, hardly able to hide the fact that he is not at all convinced. Thankfully, Eren appears in the salon and his face lits up on seeing Erden. "Sir, sir!" He cries out excitedly and runs to him. Erden eyes widen on looking at my son who is sneaking in between his legs. “What the hell did you do to him!” He gasps. “It’s her.” I correct with a grin. Eren gives me an accomplice wink before he begins tossing his wig over his shoulder. "I'm Erena." He tells Erden, flipping his false hair.

A few pretended to be checking tack or sharpening knives just within earshot. Eren stood near the well’s low stone ring. He was unremarkable at first glance—middle‑height, the beginnings of gray at his temples, a scar along his right forearm that looked old and clean. His posture was composed, hands loosely clasped in front of him. Not a firebrand pacing and waving. Just a wolf who looked like he’d been carrying weight for a long time and had finally set part of it down to examine. Rin slipped into the shadow of a doorway, Mara at her shoulder. No one announced her. She wanted to hear him the way everyone else did.