Of Character Novels & Stories

"You need to be scrubbed, polished, and draped in something that says 'CEO’s Fianceé' and not 'Part-time Mascot.'" "I have a name, you know," Lilia said, crossing her arms. Now that the adrenaline was fading, the charcoal coat felt heavy and the absurdity of the situation was settling in. "And I’m not a doll you can just dress up. I have a diner to run. I have shifts."

******** Third Person He quietly opened the door of her room and walked inside, approaching her bed. The moonlight was filtering through the glass window and shining across her beautiful form. He looked down at her. Her hair sprawled across the pillows as she was sleeping so peacefully. He bent down and brushed off her hair from her face, revealing her angel-like face. His eyes fell to her lips, which were slightly parted, making him itch to kiss her.

Someone who loves fictional characters. "Ops... sorry for earlier Margaret. I'm Dice by the way and that ugly arrogant man is Stone. Yeah~ he's like his name!" Dice, the Anime bishy said. He's bubbly. "So you really thought my sister is a maid?" Kuya Michael ask and Dice nervously laugh again making Christian to laugh.

There had to be a mistake. As we reached the side of the room, the man disentangled from both of us. Looking at me I see an awareness of who I was. He was breathtaking. He had dirty blonde hair slicked back, hair you could run your hands through. His eyes were a breathtaking silver color that sparkled under the lights. He was over 6 ft tall compared to my 5’4” stature he was a giant to me. He was all muscle and looked like he was in his mid 20’s. I wonder what he thought of me when he looked at me. Holding my hand out and smiling, I introduce myself, “I am Beta Lily Thompson from the Golden Moon Pack.”. As I said this the woman who was with my mate smirked. Looking at her I gave her

ATTRIBUTES (Basic Human - 10) Strength: 7 (10) -> 13 Stamina: 12 -> 15 Intelligence: 13 -> 18 Dexterity: 8 (10) -> 13 Charm: 8 (10) -> 14 Luck: 4 (10) -> 11

Some like a fish-shaped, some like a flower or a superhero character. Luckily, there are nearly a dozen children, if there were more children. Dean doesn’t know how he could satisfy the wishes of the children. Dean is surprised by his nephew's passionate love for the chubby, fat pig. Nephew's eyes, glittering, passionately looking at the pig. He thought his nephew can’t bite a piece on the pig.

Did they know I'm back as Charlotte called me big sis just now. After the everything I'll know, I looked around the hall if I could see Caleb or Fredrick but I didn't see any of them or have they killed him already oh what I'm thinking. "Sir Fredrick has arrived" someone announced again, just then I saw a tall young man entered the room, he has this wicked aura around him, He has inky black hair and black eyes, he walked to the center of the room standing tall and proud. He bow his head " greetings your highness" he greeted and his eyes moved to meet mine before he looked away.

His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Eira but she couldn’t quite place it. "Yes, but at least have pity on your opponents and make sure not to beat them into a pulp. You almost killed him today" another voice came from behind them but the owner of the voice was not visible. Eira strained her neck trying to see who it was in the behind when Armando turned around his face now visible to you. She gasped loudly. The face belonged to none other than, Sorin Kim. The gasp drew everyone's attention including Sorin and as her eyes locked with his brown ones, millions of curses came to her mind.

Yes, women drooled over Mark, but seeing that it was impossible to take him to bed, there was always Chris with his almost six feet tall and very muscular body. As a man sure of his sexuality, I could tell that Royce was a very good looking man; I mean, the man looked tough and his features were rough and dark, his nose bent painfully from the kidnapping years ago, but putting his green eyes and black hair together, I suppose they made him exotic for the females eyes. But after that event, Chris became even more withdrawn and all he did was work and exercise, so we didn't see him much anymore. On my phone his number was stored under the name The Hermit, because, well, that word described him

She cried silently, wondering what would become of her. How was she going to get out of this place? She doesn’t even have an idea where she was. She cried until her throat became sore. “How did you get in here?” Kimberly heard a deep husky voice ask. She looked up and her eyes met with dark angry ones. Standing some feet away from her was a handsome 6ft 3inches tanned skin guy with long black hair and beard that looked so soft and a tattooed right arm. The tattoos were quite intriguing.