Rhysand And Feyre Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Chapter 70: Brutal --Narrator-- Ares frequently visited the fae kingdom where he could be himself. He travels back and forth from the fae castle to the castle of the dragons in the mythical lands. He needed a release after his last encounter with Demi. He wanted to take her whether it be against her will or not. He wanted to ram into her. To hear her scream as he pushed in and out of her little pussy without stopping to breath. The harder she fights against him the more he wants her. Ryder has already marked her pretty little neck. Ares had bloodlust when it came to Ryder. He wanted to kill him, and he planned to. He was almost done playing around at the castle. He was starting to realize th

She swallowed hard, tears welling in her eyes as the soft, beautiful promises washed over her skin. "You don't even know my name," she whimpered, her small hands pressing against his broad ribs. Her fingers felt tiny against his vast chest. "My name is Lyra... You took me in the dirt, Lyra... and you hurt me..." He did not seem to hear the name she gave him. He remained trapped deep inside his feverish trance, completely unbothered by her words. "I will give you everything, my little sound," he whispered, his lips brushing against the sensitive curve of her jaw. His mouth moved over her bruised skin with a tenderness that made her breath catch in her throat. "I will burn the world to keep yo

Which should have been the first thing we did, but I guess with the language barriers among other things, it never came to my mind. “Grudal, alpha of Redmoon.” He returns the handshake. “Welcome to our home.” “Thank yo—“the rest of my words get swallowed when I catch sight of white and dark brown hair. With the sun setting in the background and the reddish orange hues, Feyre looks like she is coming right out of a dream. A fantasy the normal mind couldn’t even fathom. Her hair which is usually in a bun is plaited with flower petals in between. The heavy braid hangs off her single shoulder.

Lyra’s POV “Ugh.” A dull ache wrecked my head as my eyes slightly opened. My vision was hazy for a moment but after it cleared up, I saw Fiona walking briskly into my room. My brows furrowed as I felt a hand on mine. I turned to my right only to see Randall holding onto my hand as he sat beside me on the bed. This was his room too. What the hell was I doing here and what made him think he could just hold my hand when he pleased?

“Do what I said, Ambrose.” “Alright, captain,” Lorcan grumbled. Rhys hung up and looked up at the sky, the sun hiding behind the grey clouds. Just a few more days, and he’d have his Angel in his arms. The Angel he desired selflessly and he’d walk he’ll for. The only one he would get on his knees for and the only one he’d bring the world on the knees. In past, Amara might be the woman who’d die for Adrian. But now, Rhys just wanted her to live….for him.

He leaned in to kiss my cheeks, whispering with a tone that I knew spelt rage. "Yeah, sure," I replied, putting up a tense smile as he walked away. "Wanna have a seat?" Rhysand asked, leading me onto a seat. I settled into the seat across from Rhysand, my hands resting stiffly in my lap. My fingers trembled slightly, the phantom sensation of Alex’s grip still lingering on my wrist. I could feel his eyes on me even in his absence—like an unseen force pressing down on my shoulders, warning me not to step out of line.

I let him go ahead with the plans. I'm standing against the window of my bedroom, holding Rhysand. He's getting bigger every day and makes noises, as if he's eager to talk. He reaches for things and pulls my hair often. He's so adorable, with his black curls and his father's grey-blue eyes. I'm just so obsessed with him. His chubby fingers hold mine, while the other hand bangs against the window. It's a shame Kian can't see this. I think he'd be ecstatic because he wanted to be a father. I raise an eyebrow when I see two figures peeking out from behind a tree. They seem to be having a heated discussion. I squint and realize it's Sonny and Serena. The latter appears to be crying as she shouts

As if she had no life, Maya did not know. "We're wasting time," Maya said and ran off again. Rylan transformed into a large wolf with golden brown fur, unlike Xavier who had silver gray fur. He bent down and offered Carolina his back for a ride. "Come on." Carolina did not argue or refuse, even though they both knew they could walk normally. Her cold hands gripped his shoulders while her warm hands held under his knees to lift Carolina onto his back. His friends had already jumped back to Felix to follow Elena, who was already sprinting ahead when he felt Carolina stroke the fur on his neck. A pained expression crossed Rylan's face before he ran after his friends. Her hands tightened slightl

Rhys continued his savage assault on her throat until he yanked her away so she didn’t lose consciousness. The dark locks and Amira’s features were gone, replaced by the golden hair of Eden, a complete contrast to his imagination. “Balcony,” he grunted as Eden breathed heavily with pre cum and saliva dripping from her lips. Eden understood and scrambled up, pushing the doors open and bent over the smooth marble railing, spreading her legs and using her hands to part her backside. Rhys chuckled at the way his slave was eager to please. She probably thought she was special because he hadn’t killed her.

I was holding onto hope that he would find his way back to his family at the very end of it all. “Damn. Your mate was something else with that fighting. Fuck, Dante. Please let me know the next time they do that,” Chris said as he approached me in the dining room. I was just waiting for my girl before I grabbed food. She probably worked up an appetite with all of that Warrior Princess fighting she did. Fucking sexy. “Xylern is going to be working with her the rest of this week. Then my favorite horny Granny Fae will be fighting her with combat magic. Apparently she and Ziyah are the only ones who know it. Cannot fucking wait for that.”