Phantom Of The Opera Erik Novels & Stories

Even I hadn’t known at first. It was Victor who reported Erick’s identity to me. When Japhet was unavailable, Erick took control of operations. And just like his brother, he used an alias in the underworld—Frank Hill. “Sister-in-law, what are you thinking so deeply about?” Erick’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I quickly masked my expression with a polite smile. “Nothing… just admiring your handsomeness,” I replied smoothly. Erick’s lips curved into a mischievous grin. “Is that so? You can marry me after divorcing my brother. I do like you.”

“Yes, Dada. Let’s go see him.” Erik wiggles in my arms until I relinquish my hold on him and he floats in front of me. With uncoordinated movements of his arms and legs, he looks like a cat thrown into the deep end of a pool as he tries to make his way through the air. Giving him occasional course corrections, I navigate him through the door. The second we’re out, Erik gives a huge yell. “DADA!” “Sonr!” Thor roars, a broad grin on his face.

I was just about to risk a real yell when a head of black hair appeared in the doorway, a quizzical look on Erik's face. “You called?” he whispered, a forced cheerfulness in his voice that was at odds with the deep shadows under his eyes. “Help!” I whisper-yelled again, my voice cracking with desperation. “I can’t get out of his grip!” A slow, wicked grin spread across Erik’s face as he took in the scene—me, wide-eyed and trapped, and Gavin, dead to the world. He sauntered over, his movements deliberately casual, and gave Gavin's arm a half-hearted poke. The arm didn't move. Erik sighed dramatically, a hand flying to his chest. “Nope. Can’t help you there, sweetums. He’s got a grip on you li

Erik coughed to cover up a snicker and stopped just inside the door to give a slight bow. Erik hissed, then translated. "Magnus Nerrian." I tried to step around him. However, Erik subtly moved his body to continue to block me. Startled at his actions, I stepped back and watched him slowly gaze around the room as if he were expecting a ninja to jump out of the shadows.

The most cunning man I have ever met before. “Actually, who is Mr. Eric working with? I'm sure they were ridden by a large, dangerous group!” Hamdan asked Frans looking at Hamdan “You're right son, a few days before Fred and Erick came to my house. I did run away from Erik back then when I found out that Erick was working with The Black Shadow. The gang is the biggest mafia gang, most likely. They initially tricked Erick into cooperating with a lot of lure. I know Erick is a cunning person, he has even tried several times to kill me. Last time I was on vacation with the kids, there was an attack on us. And I know it's Erick's men. Until then, I decided to make an artificial face. And sure en

“It is amazing that Iopata doesn’t know of your significance in that city. Otherwise, if father knew of you being alive and even supplying to his associates, he would have had you back in the family circle by then. How did you elude us until now?” I widened my eyes. It seems Nikola made it sure to place him in a tight spot. “I used my alias of course,” was Erik’s flawless reply and in reflex, my mouth dropped when he continued, “‘Erik Romano Fancii’, that’s my alias since I prefer to be discreet in my dealings.” Nikola suppressed a laugh. “Of course you did.” “I have told father of my reason for showing myself now after all these years. Maybe you want to ask him for it?” Erik continued, brin

he asked. “He’s my mate” I state dryly. “That’s amazing, why aren’t you already in the bathroom mating and marking?” Erik laughs but there is a sorrow in his words having been rejected by his mate because he was an independent. “Gross! I may be loud mouthed but I ain’t trashy plus he appears disappointed because he thinks I’m human. He barely spoke to me.” “Oh no that judgemental ass doesn’t know the trouble he started.” Erik just laughs. I winked at him, grabbed the pitchers of beer and glasses and headed back to the table. “I will be right back with those shots.”

I stared up at him, unsure what to say; time seemed too slow, and despite the people around us, It felt like we were the only two people here. A throat cleared behind us, forcing us to pull our gaze from one another. I looked up at a male with onyx hair and his jawline the same as Damon; in fact, if Damon had his hair, they would almost look loke twins minus the apparent age difference. This male was more rugged around the edges, something that only came with a life of stress and unforgiving heartbreak. King Erik looked so different up close compared to when I saw him at the ball only a month ago. "It would seem we have a change of plans then?" Erik asked, arching his brow, giving Damon a lo

But Erik was soon hugged from behind by one of his wives, and he heard her speaking close to his ears. "I believe that we have something to celebrate, husband." Erik had instantly recognized Serafall's voice. She had stood back with them using a lame excuse about 'catching up on some pending issues'. Serafall's voice had sent shivers down Erik's spine, and he was already hardening at the thought of what type of celebration this wife of his wanted. And with a slow nod, Erik and his wifes retired themselves to their chambers for a night of wild orgies.

“It’s written all over him. But he’d rather chew glass than admit it.” “Same with Anna,” Vivian said with a grin. “She’ll never confess she likes him.” Erick’s gaze dropped to the ribbon lacing her corset blouse. He toyed with the rope, his smile turning devilish. “Enough about those two Mickey and Minnie lovebirds. I see some juicy lemons begging for attention.” His eyes dropped to her breasts as he loosened the tie. “Can I suck them?” he whispered, his voice raw, almost boyish in its need. His hand cupped her left breast, thumb brushing against the peak.