Novel & Cerita Pictures Of Eri

Isla’s POV Logan and I stood there staring each other down. But just as I was about to turn away, Logan’s teenage cousin, Eris, came bounding up to us, her camera slung around her neck. She was always practicing her photography skills, snapping pictures at every family event. Her eyes lit up when she saw us, her excitement barely contained. “Oh! You two look perfect together,” she said, adjusting her camera settings. “Let me take a picture of you both.”

Tears are flowing from both of my eyes, and my eyes already feel irritated. 4 AM and I am still awake, crying. I feel lonely, like I just missed something I truly wanted, and now it’s gone. And I can’t get it back. I can’t have him back, again. I browsed through Eric’s F******k page again. His wall shows a picture of a beach front. There are dark colored rocks at the bottom right hand side, and ofcourse white sands and the clear blue water of the sea, and the blue sky. It is what he always wanted, the beach.

SATURDAY. AEGIS GROUP SAFE HOUSE, ERBIL, KURDISTAN. ERIN SAT AT THE head of the table and picked at her food. She didn't have much of an appetite though she knew she should. Her body hummed with awareness of the man to her left. She refused to think too much about their stolen moments together. They were adults. They had needs, but needs didn't have to mean more than simply satisfying themselves. Yeah, when had that ever worked for her?

[WARNING: MAY CONTAIN GORE AND BLOODSHED SCENES] Eris slammed his hands on the desk. These rogues are the sneakiest group he's ever dealt with. Right when he had Iris in his arms this issue forced him to leave immediately. His beast howled missing the touch of it's little human he was uneasy and it greatly affected Eris. They were still trying to get a hold of the Midnight Howler's plans and it's been a few hours already there was no news.

“Not yet.” He nodded, accepting it. “Then I’ll wait. As long as it takes.” “You say that like it’s simple.” “It is,” he said. “Because I lost you once. I’m not making that mistake again.” Before she could respond, Eira ran back in with her drawing pad, insisting on showing off the sketch she’d been working on. It was crude and colorful. Three stick figures. One tall and dark haired. One with long brown hair. One small with a pink bow.

The content revealed itself immediately and it was a miracle that Fremantle did not drop the phone. Eron grabbed the phone off her hand and stared at the pictures himself, allowing his face to grow paler than hers was, currently. The pictures were of Kayla and himself, obviously. In those pictures, he was stark naked and so was she. He held her neck in one slide and they looked like they were kissing passionately. Everything in there was bad. He had a disaster in his hands. "I didn't..." He trailed off, watching the pictures all over again, trying to control how much his heart squeezed with guilt in his chest as he watched her cry.

Uriel snorted, soon after noticing Erin was clutching something and pointed to it. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" Erin sighed. Erin was holding a smooth piece of paper, with 'quest' written in block capitals on the top of a page. Scanning the paper with a blank expression, Uriel's eyes flickered back up to meet Erin's through his chestnut tresses. "Looks like you're a rat." "Uriel."

It was a drawing of a circle with many criss-crossed lines inside, followed by a horizontal number 3, and then scattered dots. “Hey, look.” Hierro called to Iero who was looking at the stone table where the sacrifices were offered. There were also some figures that were carved in there. “What is it?” Iero asked. Hierro showed the paper to Iero and pointed to the figures that he had noticed. “This figure… the circular one with lines inside… do you think it looked like… the moon?” he asked. “Really?!” Iero exclaimed as he took a closer look. Reyan heard their voices and he turned to see them scrutinizing the paper. Suddenly, Reyan’s eyes brightened. “Right… Hierro!” he called as he walked towa

"Despite this, the contract Allura signed in Regio was legitimately made by you." "Enough is enough. I'll destroy this façade," Eri grunted as she refused to sign the papers. "Call a group of entourage from my company before we arrive at the hospital." "Will do, madame." They're finally getting close to their destination after several hours. Eri is just tapping the sidearm of the jet's seat with her long red nails. Her crimson velvet lipstick is still intact. On the bridge of her nose, her dark sunglasses remained still. She pursed her lips as Zane spoke, and before looking at Zane, she took one more peek outside a familiar airport location and at the documents she was holding.

With that in mind, I turn my attention back to Eris, who is still standing in front of me with his arms outstretched. “Nice to finally meet you in real life...so about that hug...you want to come over here?” he asks softly, gesturing for me to step closer to him. I walk towards him hesitantly, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves building within me. “It’s strange seeing you in real life,” I tell him. “But you’re just as pretty here as you were in my dream.” He laughs. “I’m pretty, huh?” “Very.” Eris wraps his big arms around me and pulls me close, his embrace warm and comforting. I breathe in his scent, a heady mix of earthy musk and fresh air, and feel myself relax in his arms.