Rhysand And Feyre Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Rhys, High Lord of the Night Court, Ruler of Velaris, is a handsome guy with a dark aura and violet eyes. Girls go crazy for him, but people are scared of him. He is so perfect, Noah, that I could not help but fall for him. He is so pure and handsome, so fierce yet gentle. Feyre is one lucky girl. "I kept on blabbering about a fictional character that I could feel he is so jealous ,through the bond. "Are you bothered by him?" I asked teasingly. "Why would I?" he questioned in a reply. "Why not?" I ask him. "Because Moon Pie," he said, carousing the side of my body along my chest down to the stomach. It sent shivers through my body. "He cannot caress you the way I can," he said.

his forehead pressing against mine, his breath harsh on my face as we came, his muscles tensing and twitching. I felt his throb as stream after stream of hot seeds poured out of me. I buried my face in his neck and took a deep breath. Rhysand let go of our bodies that were still connected, and then moved to shift to an oblique position. I buried my face in his neck, enjoying the rest of my release, and he kissed my forehead many times. >>> I had to force Rhysand to let me go and a few times hit his flesh lightly and bit his lip so he finally gave in. He's crazy because his lips are bleeding from my bite and he can still smile and laugh.

Edgar stormed out of Moon Goddess' Shrine and headed straight for the Alpha's castle. I drifted behind him. He reached the doors and was about to force his way in when voices came from inside. "It's my birthday next month," Fiona said sweetly. "Ryan, you'll celebrate with me, won't you?" I passed through the wall. By the fireplace, Fiona leaned against Ryan's shoulder. His hand rested around her waist. "Of course." His voice was gentle. I had never heard him speak to me that way. "You can have anything you want."

I didn't check it. I just lay there in the dark, in Zyran's bed, and let the numbness wash over me. It was better than feeling. AUTHOR'S NOTE: MYRA :( MY POOR BABY. ZYRAN CAN BE A JERK SOMETIMES. ANYWAY, PLEASE DROP YOUR OPINIONS OF THIS CHAPTER, IT MEAN A LOT TO NE TO HEAR FEEDBACKS. LOVE, WREN GRAY. Anything was better than feeling.

Raven “I’m sorry,” I said wryly, my fingers trembling around the contract. “You want me to pretend to be your… fianceé?” I have to be imagining this, I thought. Surely what Nathan and Dani did to me made me turn insane and I was in some kind of stupor back home. Not only had I washed up on the shore of the Lycan lands, but I had also discovered that I was fated to a Lycan prince who was already betrothed, and now this…

“That’s a lie.” I scoffed. “Right. You’re an expert on my lies now because of one night.” “You disappeared after sleeping in my bed.” “And somehow you still grew up handsome, functional, and stable enough to get engaged to a model. Truly inspiring recovery story.” Rhysand stepped down one stair. The distance between us shrank. I lifted my chin. “I’m serious. One inch closer, and this shoe is introducing itself to your head.” “Do you always threaten men with your heels?”

They’re all waiting for me to speak. I clear my throat and start to speak, even though the memories are too fresh in my head and it’s making me a bit nervous to speak about it. “I’ve seen everything,” I say. “My Lycan Ivory is the significant other of the evil Shape Shifter Rhysand. She’s now inhabiting my body, and it seems that he knew that. He found her through me again, and that is the reason why he’s trying to get to me. He wants her back, but their love has turned sour and now he just wants to possess her for revenge. He wants to destroy everything just to get her back.”

Rhysand was her vampire son who at his age, was strong enough to hit a table and it split into many pieces. Rhysand was short and slim, he had invisible abs as small as he is, his brown eyes were fierce and cold, and he was always wearing a cold expression and a deadly smirk. Smirking was his only expression aside keeping a plain face. The mother and child were taking care of themselves when a force came through the wooden door and Feyre snapped her eyes towards the door and saw that it was pushed open. After creating Rhysand, did Feyre start to realize that she was slowly losing her powers,her once silver colored hair were turning Grey and her spell bonding wasn't effective as usual,the vam

Randall's vision blurred with pain and anger. He could barely process Rashka's words, his mind struggling to reconcile the reality before him. "Reyana," he called out, his voice strained. "What has he done to you?" Reyana's eyes glinted with mischief and darkness, "This is who I am, Randall," she replied, her voice devoid of emotion. "Rashka has shown me the truth. Our destiny is to rule, not to serve."