Long Haired Eren Novels & Stories

After seeing that I could resist the temptation, Isabella also felt very surprised, but quickly replied with a smile at the beginning and joked: "After talking for so long, what's your name, little cutie?" I don't know why, Isabella's movements, every move is tantalizing my heartstrings like a charm, I had to restrain myself emotionally and keep telling to myself that sex is empty, after about two seconds, it was restless heart, but also slowly calmed down and said: "My name is Eren Alison, you can call me Erne. " "Eren? I feel that the little cutie is better, haha."

Her chin-length blonde hair was always styled immaculately, and she wore short skirts to show off her nice legs. Standing behind Erin was somebody that I hadn't met before. It was a woman, or girl rather, who looked about 18. I assumed it was Erin's daughter, because their faces were very similar. She had long, wavy blonde hair, and was even prettier than Erin. Her entire body was perfectly tanned, giving her an alluring appearance. She could have easily been a supermodel. "Do you have nothing to say for yourself?" Erin asked me, snapping me back to reality.

Erika commanded. "Yes!" Angel answered loudly and ran away. My gaze fell upon Erika. She was removing the false eyelashes that Angel applied on her lash line. She wore her hair up, looked down at the dress, and sighed. She must be thinking about whether to change it or not. What? Is anything wrong with my face? Erika felt my gaze and looked up at me in confusion. “Nothing wrong. It just occurs to me that you are only an eighteen-year-old girl.” I caressed her face, the long scar on her face. She was only one year older than Angel and here she was, teaching Angel how to fight. It broke my heart to think about what she might have gone through.

He touched my neck and slid his hands down my breasts. “You’ve gotten prettier, how do you manage to do it?” he said with a frisky tone. “What are you talking about, I don't know you,” I retorted, moving away from him. “You don't need to know me, it's not important anymore,” he replied, grabbing my arms with a firm grip and slamming me to the floor. His tongue grazed my breast as he crawled up to my face and softly bit my neck. “Orders were to kill you, but I figured out it's better to have you for myself once again, Lena,”

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

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.”

Rowena “I guess I should be considered the strongest warrior in the camp now, shouldn’t I?” Emma and I blinked up at the tall, handsome form as he sauntered down the stairs. He took each step slowly, his footsteps echoing through the quiet hallway. I couldn’t believe it; my brother, Eric, had returned after three long years. “Eric?” I murmured, taking a step forward. His hair was longer now, and he was more muscular, but it was certainly him. “What are you doing here?”

“Yes. The family has resisted treatment for too long. I know it is far, but will you see him?” I agreed before I thought too much about it. By the time my sky-chariot crossed into the old city, dusk had already fallen. The air felt colder than I remembered, heavy in a way that pressed against my chest. I told myself it was only memory and went straight to the healing house my mentor had arranged. Before entering the consultation room, I opened the case file out of habit. Name: Eren. Age: Ten. Presenting concerns: five years of silence, severe depressive withdrawal, refusal to engage, prolonged grief response.