Pictures Of Eri Novels & Stories

[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.

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

Eri doesn't want to see this, and she doesn't want Allura to go through what she experienced. "Oh my... what have they done?" Eri asked in a brittle voice as tears brimmed in the corners of her eyes. Eri forced a laugh as she faced the men. "What happened... for so many years?" Zacharias shifted his feet as he was about to walk out until Eri spoke. "Are you not feeling apprehensive, Zacharias?" "No," Zacharias bluntly told and then continued walking. "Still blunt until now, Mr. Zacharias?" Eri dropped a deep sigh as she walked past the men and sat at the chair placing her designer bag on the side table with a clank.

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.

One of which was the same diary he had seen with Mishka a few times, but the other one was different. He opened the diary, and it was actually a photo album containing Mishka’s picture with her parents. Eric smiled, flipping the pages, and it had now some pictures of orphanage kids and Riya. He turned another page, and it was an old man with Mishka sitting on the banks of the river Ganga.

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.

Plus, she needed to attend a quick meeting which was already planned by her big brother. It was already eight in the evening. There was no sign of Bobby. Tiffie sat in one of the vacant chairs in the powder room while watching the other girls doing their makeup. Miriam was ironing her hair. Elaine carefully applied the eyeliner in Atalia’s both eyes. Pollyie finished checking the dresses and hanged them in the rack. They stopped what they’re doing when Eriana entered with a new face. She was taller than Pollyie. She was probably 5 foot and six inches when she removed her golden stilettos. Her big breasts were almost revealed because of her blue crotchet top. Good thing, her long jet-black ha

The thoughts made me giggled in the air. Shortly after I had adjusted to the circumstance, I found myself moving into a partially collapsed factory and my eyes fell on Rikas, fighting with a few Erisian creatures. The Erisians were the ugliest species dominating the purple Kingdom. They had fat heads, with an enormous belly attached to their malnourished legs, which made them looked like some pregnant trolls. They keep long, dirty fingers and never care to wear some clothes to cover their green butts.