Phantom Of The Opera Erik Novels & Stories

I looked to one side of the line, and spotted Erik. He was on the other side of the line, walking up and down where they couldn't see him. He had yet to notice me. He's making his way down to the other end of the line. He stands maybe three feet away from the last man, and I suck a breath in when I see him peeling his shift off over his head. How the hell did he look like that? It shouldn't be allowed; no man should wield that much power. He takes a couple more steps back, then breaks into a light jog, and pushes himself off the ground, and lands perfectly on the palm of his hand on the bottom of the foot of the closest lined up man.

I just held him tighter, kissing his pillow-smelling, slightly chocolatey cheeks while he kicked and squirmed, laughing. “Mami! Stop! That tickles! You're getting my ear!” “I WILL KISS THIS LITTLE EAR UNTIL YOU REMEMBER THAT I’M THE MOTHER YOU LEFT FOR FOURTEEN DAYS!” “DAADDYYYY! Mami’s going crazy again!” Erick climbed out of the car, one massive suitcase in each hand (I already knew one of them was 90% snacks). His long gray coat and loosely wrapped scarf made him look like a Paris fashion editor who’d landed in the Bronx by mistake.

When Eric saw the person’s figure, he was dumbstruck! This… how could this be possible?! It was Philip Clarke. Why was he there? Wait a minute! The person behind him was Theo Zander! It was Theo! Instantly, Eric ignored Philip and instead began to frantically shout at Theo for help, “Theo, it’s me. I’m Eric Yates from the Yates family. My father is Samson Yates. Tell your men to capture them. They dared beat me up, they’re courting death!” Nevertheless, no matter how much Eric shouted, Theo was unmoved. With a cold expression on his face, he stood behind Philip, looking at Eric as if he were already a dead man.

Erik asked me from the front porch where he was sitting down. “I met my fifth mate,” I whispered. Erik looked around, “where is he?” My face heated, “I’m not sure where he went. But he promised to see me again soon.” Erik nodded, “do you like him?” “He’s so…he’s so mysterious and presumptuous. I don’t know what else to think about him,” I admitted. “He’s your fated mate for a reason, the gods know what they’re doing,” Erik sounded so sure.

She used to be a Leech turned by Sebastian, and now she was his wife. We entered the long corridor leading to Sebastian's underground room where he kept his private wine cellar, as well as his private prison. Erik stood in front of the door at the end of the corridor. He was only wearing his white shirt with bloodstains on the front, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. "Sir," he greeted me with his usual flat expression. Erik was the most mysterious person I had ever known. Apart from Alice, he never spoke about his life before when he was still human. But Erik worked better than anyone else; he never hesitated in carrying out his tasks. Erik was very stable, and that was what I admired mos

"You are quite a sight." A soft chuckle rumbled in Kurt's throat at his tactics. "Is that so?" he asked, feigning surprise. "You are rather perceptive," he added. "I'm a werewolf after all. I can see through facades very easily," replied the man, taking Kurt's hand. He pulled him close, whispering. "I am Erik, by the way, Erik Lehnsherr." He pulled back and took a filled glass from the counter. "I see my beauty draws you like a moth to a flame. You are quite enamored with me. I can see it in your eyes."

ANTONIO Erica looked rapt as she watched the actors on the stage. We were in an opera theatre. And unlike other times, I didn’t have it booked just for me or threw other spectators out. Keeping her dislike for that particular act, I only had Ephraim empty out the upper floor where now I was sitting with my little devil, who looked so beautiful and fûcking tempting in that baby pink dress with a faint flush on her cheeks that looked permanent now since she drank two glasses of red wine. And, while she enjoyed the performances of one of the finest theatre actors the city has to offer, all I could do was sit here and watch her and want her with every breath I was taking. I wanted to undress her