Mermet Love Novels & Stories

I had one more person to visit before then. I twirled the bracelet on my wrist and kicked my tail. Darkness swallowed me. I was no longer in the alley but a cave. The first thing to catch my eye was the merman in the amniotic sac. Of course, she would do something this foolish. I could bet she used a piece of her soul to stabilize this sac. How reckless. The mighty has indeed fallen. Out of all of us, she was often the one to turn up her nose at the mention of love. She hated humans. Thought they were weak. Now, here she was, trying to restore the life of the very creature she hated.

It's an endless stream of merriment. This creature was elegant, the aura around him loudly spoke royalty. The love in his eyes seems to be stronger than any story I had heard of love potion's power. The waves of the tender love I felt protruding from him was stronger than my little tender heart that had never in real time experience love.

Erebus noticed his struggle, "We don't know what happened to you yet fully. They should not be able to put you under a love spell with her. Tartarus marked her, and is in fact in love with her. I don't think two can mark the same person, considering it's a 'soul link' spell." Perses shook his head to try to get all the messy thoughts out of his head: "All I know is that I want to follow you and serve you, my Lord." "I know you do." Erebus gave him a gentle smile, "But right now following me is not the safest thing to do." "You don't say." A voice rose behind Erebus, and they both looked towards the person. It was Metis.

For that specific activity, the students will be tasked to concoct a love liqueur and it is called the Flask de Amore. The Flask de Amore does not create actual love, but instead ostensibly cause the drinker to become strongly infatuated and romantically obsess over the person who gave them the said love liqueur. It is usually either forced upon someone or covertly given. Since this potion is tasteless in nature, it could be easily hidden in foods or drinks without the knowledge or consent of the person receiving them. As a result, the person is unknowingly taking the love liqueur.

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

He was murdered by something other than human. I finally reach my quarters and plop down on my queen sized bed. My room is simply magnificent. A big french window off to the left side of the room and a large wardrobe directly across the window. A deep crimson rug with gold trimmings and details lay in the center of the room matching the crimson curtains that lay over the window. I feel my crimson with white decal silky covers under my fingers and inhale the smell of light lavender. Howell never fails to make his special perfume out of lavender and lightly spritz some on my blankets for me. He knows it's my favorite. Howell used to make perfumes and sell them in a little shop in the city of G

Celeste: “Promise you’ll come back.” Remy: “Promise you’ll still be here.” I kiss him until the tears taste like promises instead of goodbye. The cedar compass in my pocket flares—eighth petal blazing. Celeste (whisper): “Maramureș. Winterglass Mirror. It woke up the second we stopped holding each other back.” Crown HUD (proud chime): Selfless Love registered New Passive: Long-Distance Heartline → Daily contact = +10% sync growth across any distance

Toran started to ask, and before he could finish his inquiry, I simply nodded my head to confirm. “Yes, this…this is Merari, the human that I…that I fell in love with.” She seemed to have heard me say this and turned around. “None of that matters anymore.” she hissed. “The only thing that matters now is that you give me the help that I need to find her.” “Fi-find her?” she couldn’t have been talking about who I thought she was talking about. “Find who?” Merari scoffed at me. "Cretin! Pe cine crezi?" She hissed under her breath. “Our daughter,” she hissed and stormed past me.

With Love, The Cloud.

By the old gods and the new, I love you, Sumire," Mort added and brought her hand to his lips and planted a soft kiss. The maiden beguilingly smiled and took Mort's hand. "I, SUMIRE MASSOULLÈVE, take you MORT DMITRIV ASLANOV to be my husband, my partner in life, and my one true love. I am yours now and forevermore. I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the years and decades of this world alone. I give you my hand, my heart, and my love from this day forward as long as we both shall live.