Raiden Ei Fanart Novels & Stories

We have a room made of cotton candy. Frankly, nobody cared what was created in Larefirus. Larefirus was beauty, art, science, discovery, love, peace, novelty, and truth. It was infinite, accessible, and alive. (I believe you now understand the beginning, and now I can tell you the story of Rademos as it were, a unique creation, the first of his kind as well, the one that merged all of Savior’s design into one being and which was why the Lycans believed that he would bring about the end of time).

Raiden laughed, “no one, it isn’t allowed sadly. But I did have a really great sparing match with that dick, Dylan. But I can take it off if it bothers you…” He took his shirt off and Atalanta stopped moving to stare at my best friend. Something inside me screamed why doesn’t she look at me like that, but I pushed the green eyed monster down. First of all, I am not interested in Atalanta. And secondly, a lot of girls look at Raiden that way. He’s an alpha man and even I can appreciate the way he looks.

Stephanie let out a deep sigh, frustrated by Sierra's lack of awareness. “It must be Britney who found out!” Sierra was confused, looking up at her cousin in confusion. “Don’t you get it yet? Raiden played you!” Stephanie snapped, her voice sharp. “Did I never tell you what kind of person Raiden is? He’s a notorious playboy, and the number of women he’s been with is countless—if not in the thousands, then certainly in the hundreds. That video? It was almost certainly released by them on purpose… Which is why you never actually see the man’s face clearly in the video.”

Aaron justified his statement by moving his hand in the air making random gestures. Raiden sighed in defeat. It had always been like that. Every time they got together, Aaron and Jessica would team up against him and Blair. Though he acted annoyed, he secretly enjoyed it because he always got to have Blair by his side. Blair felt grateful towards Raiden for his thoughtful action. He never failed to seem perfect in her eyes. His handsome, prince like visuals, responsible nature, dominant aura and sexy brain, everything was just so attractive. She always felt happy being around him. Just a thought of him could release a rush of butterflies all over her body.

He settles on the blanket, stretching out beside me and angling his body toward me as he propped himself on his elbow. He stares at me intently. " I'm in your head again," he commented with a curved smile. I rolled my eyes and attempted to conceal the fact that he was absolutely right. " You wish," I scowled. Raiden doesn't say a word, only stares at me deeply. I feel instantly bare under his gaze, and with the way his eyes held mine, like he could see right through me...how could I not feel so naked under his stare? I move my eyes off his face, overwhelmed by what a stare can do to me. However, when I do, Raiden surprises me when he reaches up and softly rubs the skin between my eyebrows. "

Ivory gazed at the photo on her desk, her mouth as dry as the desert. She didn't know how to react or even if she should. She couldn't help but feel something, something she didn't want to explore. It was Raiden, on the cover of a tabloid, clearly having dinner with Naomi Bradford and his mother. This news stirred up numerous controversies, setting Raiden in an unfavorable light, especially since Naomi Bradford was recently widowed.

I want to learn what Raiden enjoys the most. “Do you enjoy that the most?” I ask. “I didn’t think I would. I always saw myself as being one to top others, but after my Fae side awakened I found that I relaxed more about it and allowed myself to feel no shame in enjoying a dick in my ass. Now I crave it as much as I crave a nice warm ass around my hard length,” Raiden replies. “Neither is my favorite, because I love both. I was surprised to learn that as much as I love a nice wet pussy, I want dick in my ass more. Luckily, I can have my choice thanks to our mates.”

Riley asked no one in particular. "I knew you will do this, that's why I asked you crew members to give me a mic" Raiden said and almost immediately the stage light shine brightly on his face. He stood up and keep coming down to the stage stairs. "Have always keep myself from social media. But I think it's high time I show my face." Raiden said and loud screams could be heard especially from girls. "It's pointless screaming. I have a girlfriend" Raiden said and everyone burst into a round of laughter.

I look at his sister, Riley, with evidence of doodles up and down her arms. I wrap my hand around my mouth to stop myself from cursing and laughing all at the same time. Raina doesn’t do tattoos, but she loves drawing them, especially for the marketing campaigns she puts together for tattoo shops across the tri-state area. She’s become a marketing guru and loves it. I let out a sigh, scooping down to pick Reagan up from his chair. “Hey bud, it’s not nice to use Mommy’s things without asking, right?” “But, Dadda, Ryeee says she want a tattoo. Look I make it pretty like Mommy,” he says pointing to his sister’s doodles. It looks like a Picasso painting crawling up her arm.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m