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she pouted and I smiled. “Do you need anything, my lady?” I bowed sarcastically. She looked like she wanted something in return. “Isidora is a siren wolf. So if you let her take over in the water, she will turn into a mermaid. I want to see what she really looks like, I heard she is the most beautiful wolf in history,” she voiced and I scoffed. “I think that's the princess, I will see you later.” I quickly left before she protested.

She gives up her ocean life to go and live at his side. “This is what I think of,” I say quietly, flipping to the right page and pointing at the illustrated mermaid there. It’s a beautiful image – one that gave me much scope for dreaming as a little girl. The mermaid sits with her long iridescent fish tail wrapped around a rock. She turns her naked back to the reader, looking off at a palace shining gold in the sunset, the place where her lover lives.

She had never seen anything so strange—so beautiful—in her life. The creature—or woman, or both—stood waist-deep in the icy current, singing a melody that didn’t belong to the world Serena knew. It wasn’t just sound; it was a spell, a presence that reached into the bones, soft and ancient. It felt like sorrow and seduction wrapped into one, like the river itself had come alive to sing of forgotten lives. Serena didn’t even realize she was leaning forward, captivated, until the mermaid turned her head and looked directly at her.

On my way out of his office, I saw her, the brown hair with pink highlights, the blue eyes hidden with big sunglasses, the skirt that's way too short, that she's trying to pull down and hide how short it is, or how it rides up her thighs when she walks. I nod, as she passes next to me, her perfume lingering behind, it was sweet, intoxicating, just like her. Hazel Romeo, Leo's younger sister, she walked into her brother's office, probably to tell him about her newest and latest adventure. She's in college now, Leo did everything in his hand to keep her away from our life, away from our world. She's innocent, and Leo would kill to keep her that way.

Close enough to smell the hint of her perfume—warm, subtle, maddening. “You’re mine from nine to seven,” I murmured, low and dark. “What you do after hours… that’s your business. But don’t forget where your loyalty lies.” She stared at me. “If you wanted loyalty, maybe you should try earning it.” Moments later, the employee returned like a soldier delivering war spoils. The bouquet was absurd. Giant red roses, dramatic as hell, tied in a sleek black silk ribbon with little flecks of baby's breath for effect. Of course. Damon Volkov wouldn’t send anything less than a goddamn opera performance in flower form.

But what really caught her attention was the centre of the tank, where a magical spectacle awaited. In the midst of the vibrant coral and graceful seaweed, the mermaid display was the star attraction. I could see Mackenzie’s gaze fixated, her breath catching in her throat. The mermaid was truly something out of a fairy tale. Its tail shimmering in shades of turquoise and gold, scales glistening as they caught the light. The creature’s long, flowing hair seemed to dance with the gentle currents of the water, and her voice, soft and melodic, filled the space with an ethereal quality that made it feel like we had stepped into another world. Of course, the girl-mermaid was just lip-syncing under

On the other hand, a middle-aged man stared at the highlighted cleavage of a woman with half of face covered with her raven hair in a canvas. Shaking my head, I passed him and turned to another row. But a certain painting caught my eyes. A painting of a single rose, as crimson as blood, bloomed with its velvety petals spread around, a couple of rosebuds facing in directions adorned it. And those tiny drops of water sparkled on the petals reminded me of diamonds. It was gorgeous. "Em! See this," Tobias called out, beckoning me to him. He stood before a painting of a mermaid with the upper half of her floating on the water. "What do you think of this? I think she will glorify my bedroom wall w

He never took pictures and would go back to the house as soon as the walk ended. He looked at Jessica’s phone and frowned slightly. He instinctively wanted to reject her, but for whatever reason, he nodded. Jessica took several pictures in one go. She snapped pictures with the turtle, the dolphin, and even the glowing jellyfish. The aquatic creatures in this section were much more beautiful than those she had seen earlier. It was time for the mermaid show. A beautiful mermaid with brown hair and a golden tail dove in from above and the light shone above their heads. The golden scales on her tail reflected the light, causing the bubbles around her to reflect the golden light. She looked absol

I scoop up water greedily, swallowing in such large gulps that I feel like getting heartburn. “That’s enough of that.” Max put away the bowl of water before I could choke on it. He gives off a soft chuckle while cradling my massive wolf body on his lap. “You’re so soft, Belle. They say that you’re wolf is ugly and weird, but I think it is beautiful. I want you all for myself.” If I wasn’t too weak to move, I would have bolted away. The way that he was gazing at me was also making me feel uncomfortable. I can’t even whimper, much less reach out and scratch his face.

She opened it carefully and saw a silver charm bracelet that had little stars, hearts, and dolphins hanging on it. "It's so beautiful. I loved it." She hugged him. It overwhelmed Fiona. She was really stunned when Justin confessed that he likes her. She never once thought that he could like an ordinary girl like her. You can call it intuition, but she knows they can make their marriage work if they both want it.