Ramon Facesitting Novels & Stories

He said getting up from his seat. I strode into the sitting room and took a seat on the couch opposite Avery. She looked away from the couch to the cup of coffee in her hand. She took a sip with her eyes looking all around the room. Of course, she's refusing the meet my eyes. "Aren't you coming?" Ramon asked getting my gaze off her. I nodded and got up from my seat following him into his study room. "Take a seat." He said gesturing at the chair behind the table.

Somewhat in between my thinking, he stopped pacing, and now his eyes are on me, following every move of mine, which is not much, except me only flinching from his gaze or any movement. After a few minutes of tense silence, rubbing his face, Ramon takes a seat beside me, I flinch a little but tried my best to not let him see it, scared that anything might scare him. But he noticed his face fell, and for a moment I felt a little bad but then, I wanted to think nothing. And kept quiet. Ramon took my hands in his that was resting on my cheek, and then rubbed my cheeks where he slapped. " I am sorry. "

And there was Ramon. He was sitting in one of the chairs in Rhodes's waiting room, his head in his hands, his entire body radiating tension and misery. He looked like he hadn't slept, hadn't eaten, hadn't done anything but suffer since I'd left. When he heard the door open, his head snapped up. Our eyes met. And for just a moment, everything else fell away. The hurt, the anger, the complicated truth—all of it faded into the background as I looked at my mate.

Ramona eyelashes flickered as she slowly opened it to see Sebastian sitting on a stool in front of her. She's lying on her bed in her room. She tried looking away when Sebastian held her wrist, squeezing it gently as he locked her fingers into his. “What happened? Who did you talk to? What made you faint? Ramona, are you fine? Is someone threatening you, a….” “One question at time, Sebastian. I'm fine, I just need some rest, my body is stressed out” Ramona cut him off, and he looked into her eyes.

He shook his head, returning my gaze with a reassuring smile. "If anything happens to me," I muttered, my face morphing into a glare, "I'm haunting your soul for the rest of your life." Good thing you're immortal." "Begin!" Ramon said and sat down. Before I could even turn away to focus my attention on what mattered, I felt the impact of a heavy blow against my stomach. The sound echoed in the arena, and I was sure some of the crowd could feel it too. However, rather than doubling down in pain, I was stunned for two reasons.

She grunted and stretched out comfortably. He smiled, eyes hooded as he sneered, “Things not going as planned with the Big Bad Boss, eh sis?’ Ramona sat up but he gripped her ankle and urged her silently to relax. With a sigh, she settled back, her eyes half closed as she studied him. “What happened to your face, Dante?’ she purred and he scowled. ‘Run into a wall or something?’ she taunted. He shoved her foot off his lap furiously and glared at her.

Her face burning with embarrassment, she can't even look at us. Karla, Riana, and I go back to our positions, with me in between. Surprisingly, his mom sits on the same bench, next to Karla. She starts sobbing quietly. It warms my heart when Karla embraces her and tries to soothe her. "What has the doctor said? Will my son be okay?" "Ramon is a fighter. He will be okay." And I hope so too... ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

Aurora's POV I sat in front of the mirror, mesmerized by the wonders that had been done to my face. It took a lot of convincing for me to sit and look this pretty. I guess I will get used to it soon. Same way, I was left with no choice but to accept Ramon as my tutor after I had watched him fight with all others and he had beaten them all to a pulp. Although he was making me vexed, I guessed that I could cope with him after the first week.

Lady Vienna raised her eyebrows at him and can’t help but comment, “You grew stronger. I’m amazed.” Ramon’s eyes glimmered and held his chin up, his nose growing boastfully. “Of course, I tried hard when you were away, my lady.” He said. “I did a hundred laps, a hundred squats, and a hundred-“ He stopped when he realized it. “Oh, you’re stalling me. You won’t get to trick me, my lady. You know we're so worried about you!” He exclaimed. “I know.” “We were thinking you got kidnapped again!” He continued.

Jasmine I sit cross-legged on the plush rug, a steaming mug of chamomile tea cradled in my hands. Across from me, Ramon is leaned back in the worn leather armchair, his dark eyes glimmering as they trace the shadows on the walls. His jaw is set, the sharp angles accentuated by the flickering light. The faint scar on his cheek seems to pulse with a story untold, a reminder of the mysteries he keeps hidden.