Novel & Cerita Rhys Booktok

“Until you let me change that ring for a diamond one.” I stared at him blankly. One person started laughing, and then more and more people joined in. It was pretty clear to everyone else but me what he was talking about. “An engagement ring, Elodie.” Jax said each word slowly, his eyes never leaving my face. “Or a wedding band.” ***The End of book 1!! Book 2 and Dion and Lola's story is up next ***

Rhys The meeting with Alpha Ethan had gone on for hours, longer than I’d expected. He was frantic, trying to figure out where the rumor about him having the Crest had come from. I’d known Ethan for years—he wasn’t the kind of man to chase power recklessly or put himself in the middle of unnecessary danger. So when he swore to me, "I don't have the Crest, Rhys. I never wanted this attention," I believed him.

He was starting to question his own decisions, and I knew that I had to keep pushing him to see the truth. But Lewis was not about to give up easily. He continued to manipulate Magnus, feeding his ambition and fueling his desire for power. I could see the influence he had over Magnus, and it scared me. I knew I had to do something to counteract Lewis's influence, but I didn't know what. One day, as I was out on a walk, I ran into Ryan. He looked troubled, and I could tell he was struggling with his own doubts and fears. "Ryan, what's wrong?" I asked, concern etched on my face.

Ares grunts at Lily's curious, piqued question. Jordan leans and hands her phone to Lily. Upon glancing at the picture, she pulls the phone away and hides her face with a towel. "Lily, what is it?" Claire wonders. Lily gestured to glance at the picture as Claire took a look. She, too, covers her mouth. "Thea," Claire snorted. "You've got to see this." "Thea!" Ares cried out, almost had my heart jump out. "Don't look." I grab the phone. "Why are you being uptight? It's just a tattoo."

Two days ago, when she was thrown into the freezing pond, I saw red . Lygion almost took over, I had to excuse myself from an important meeting and deliberately force myself to run in the opposite direction, away from her into the woods. I could feel the cold seeping into her bones, the panic as she struggled, trying not to drown. I wasn't going to help her. But have you ever seen or heard the beast king cry before? He freaking cried like a baby, he cried in panic until he found a way to help her, to share a little of our heat with her.

I go over to the fireplace and light it up, my room fills with the soft warm glow of the flames instantly heating up. I strip out of my clothes throwing them to the floor and climb into the comfort of my bed. My body is tense, and I cannot seem to focus on sleep. Between finding out that my brother was killed by a dragon slayer and being stalked in the halls I am stressed. I curl myself up pulling the silky blankets over my head. I toss and turn for what feels like hours until I am swallowed up into restless darkness. ***

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.

I cleared my throat and leaned back on my seat before swiveling to face my soulmate. He had his head tilted, studying me while his eyes flickered over to my book. He moved so fast and before I knew it, he was snatching the book off the table and flipping through the pages filled with the face of my object of obsession—Rhys. I stood up to yank the book from him but he held it out of my reach. "Give me back my book, Blake!" I didn't try to conceal the hostility in my tone of voice but the bastard didn't get the inkling.

Their expressions were tense, focused, their bodies still carrying the energy of battle. “There’s more,” one of them said, his voice tight as he glanced toward Corin. “They’re not stopping.” Rhys stepped forward, slightly ahead of the others, his breathing heavier than usual but his composure still intact. His gaze moved directly to me, sharp and assessing, as if he had already come to a conclusion before speaking. “Well,” he said, exhaling as he ran a hand through his hair, his tone edged with urgency despite the faint hint of something familiar beneath it, “this would be a really good time for you to give those crystals a bit of energy.”

When I reached the part where the stranger entered her, I gasped. Rhys finally moved. He leaned in. Kissed the inside of my knee. Then higher. Soft. Teasing. I whimpered. “Keep going,” he ordered. I did. Voice breaking as I read about the stranger thrusting deep, claiming her. Rhys pushed my skirt higher. Replaced my fingers with his mouth. One long, slow lick. I cried out—sharp, needy. The book fell from my hand. He devoured me. Tongue flat and broad, then pointed, flicking my clit. Two fingers slid inside, curling, pumping in time with his mouth. I was loud—couldn’t help it. Moans echoed off the shelves.