Rainbow Factory Fic Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You had a non-dragon mate that you rejected, didn't you?" Fafnir let out an aroused sounding moan, and hearing it coming through the phone was a little more than disturbing to say the least. "Oh boy did I ever. Scarlett. She was the fire fairy princess of our hemisphere. Drop dead gorgeous, curves like you wouldn't believe, long wavy blood red hair, sparkling orange eyes, the heart of a saint with the level of crazy that could keep a man happy in bed until his dying breath." "What ever happened between the two of you?"

He thought and closed his eyes to hide the pain in them. Raine saw Yris’s dismayed expression and immediately shook his head again. “No, no!” he said. “I do! I do believe you…” he told him. Yris opened his eyes and looked at Raine. Raine saw Yris looking at him and finally couldn't hold it back anymore. “Pft… okay, yes, I don’t believe you.” he said and laughed. Who would believe it? He thought and inwardly sneered. Not only is this story just a fantasy, but this is also nonsense! This is a work of fiction, right? He thought as he looked at Yris, wondering which book did Yris read for Yris to tell him this kind of plot. He then shook his head, feeling disappointed at Yris who looked so decen

“You are my favorite weakness, Rain Mercer. And I’m tired of fighting it.” I closed my eyes, heart full and terrified and desperately in love with a man I was never supposed to have. Ten days under this roof. Ten days of stolen touches and dangerous glances. God help us if we made it out unscathed. But as Lucien’s arms tightened around me, I already knew the truth—we wouldn’t.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

Every stroke felt like a baptism, a cleansing of the old sorrows and a sealing of the new empire they were building side by side. Rebecca clung to his broad shoulders, her head thrown back as the magical lights from the amethysts above fractured into thousands of dancing rainbows across her skin. The sensation of the hot, swirling water combined with the deep, unyielding strength of his body was overwhelming, driving her to a second, even more profound crescendo. She cried out his name, the sound beautiful and raw, echoing off the ancient stone as she dissolved entirely into the warmth of the spring. Lucian followed her immediately after, his body tightening as he buried his face in her neck

Author Pov Standing in the corner of the vast balcony a young girl smiled at the rapid drops of rain hitting the luxury floor of the balcony. The wind was howling while thunder was growling and she was enjoying every bit of it. She was always a big fan of rain. She loves getting wet in it. She loves how this rain can be a reason for your happiness as well as a protector of someone's secret sorrow. She extended her hand to touch the rain but instead pulled back letting out a small gasp as her small frame was embraced by a giant one. Her back got pressed against a hard chest making her startled at first.

He just wanted to listen to her soft velvety voice and record it in the memory of his mind and heart for good, it didn’t matter what she spoke Samaira was amused with him acting this weird cute, a little boy trapped in a man’s body who wanted her to tell him a story “Well, okay, don’t blame me if the story isn’t good enough for you,” “I won’t,” “Okay then.. You remember the girl whose life had turned overnight when the storm hit her home and her barn?,” “Hmm,” he remembered the rainbow story well, that was the reason he had painted the ceiling of their bedroom at Royal Towers in rainbow shades, so that when she woke up each morning, she would see a rainbow

“I just don’t understand why some girls think it’s so entertaining. It’s a duty at best.” Rain’s blue eyes focused on the girls for a moment before she turned back around. Mostly, she agreed with Cloud’s assessment. She had one of her weekly appointments at the Insemination Ward tomorrow—and she certainly wouldn’t be walking there in a group of girls laughing. Although, 24C did make things a little easier.... She realized Cloud was still talking and caught the end of her sentence, “It’s not supposed to be fun.” “Right, I agree.” She hoped the first part of whatever Cloud had stated was actually something she shared her sentiment about, but since she had no idea what she’d said, she could onl

“I’ll hold them to that. No disappearing on us.” “Yeah,” I said, cracking a grin. “Five minutes tops. Then back to chaos.” Lia laughed softly. “Sounds like a plan.” Rain shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes. “You know, if the apocalypse did take a break, I’d consider switching careers. Maybe open a bakery or something.” Colby laughed. “Bakery? You? You’d burn the place down in an hour.” “Hey! I can bake,” Rain said, pretending to be offended. “I make a mean cinnamon roll.”

"I will narrate, before meeting Damon, Rain had a rather distinguished career of being a punk and a petty thief." My mouth fell open in surprise, while Rain looked sheepish. That explained her bright orange hair and colourful clothes, but a thief! I had no idea. "Don't judge her, she had a rather rough childhood, having grown up in foster care, she fell into bad company. To cut the long story short. Damon caught her when she was trying to break into Lucian's car. Damon was instantly smitten, and he begged Lucian to not punish her. Lucian understood and allowed him to keep Rain as his mate."