Novel & Cerita Rhysand And Feyre

“Get a life, granny sourpuss.” By the time we reached Rhaedros' private chambers, I had so many questions. And also - why was his hand still holding mine? As soon as we stepped inside, he released me and turned to the guards. “No one disturbs us.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” They chorused and exited the room quietly. When they were gone, Rhaedros turned to me. “How are you feeling?” I blinked, unsure of how to reply but I settled on one. “My feelings? Well, I feel like I was assaulted by a Lycan”

Even Valen stopped fighting, and stared at me wide-eyed. I bent lower to Zyros, my hands shaking. I tried but I could not stop the blood. My tears fell on his chest as Valen dropped his sword, and rushed towards us. He carried him quickly to the horses and looked back at me once. “We have to leave. Now.” I wiped my face, nodded, and followed him. We mounted the horses while Valen held Zyros in front of him, and I rode close behind. I noticed something in my body with the way I now felt, it was like some of Darius’s strength was inside me now.

More fireworks exploded in the distance. "Do you know what I was reminded of when I saw you for the first time?" Rhys didn’t answer. "A Panther. You are just like it. Dark. Dangerous. Deadly." And I saw something snapping in his eyes. Rhys let out a low curse, turned, and yanked me to him, and I only had time to draw a quick breath before his hand fisted my hair and his mouth crashed down on mine. My arms wrapped around his neck, my body pliant underneath his. He tasted like mint and sugar, and at that moment, it became my favorite taste in the world.

After I came to terms with the fact that the current Rhys wasn't the same Rhys that I once knew, the Rhys that once promised to always protect me, shield me, all the storms settled. So, even when he looked like he was about to publicly crucify me, even when the pack members' gazes burned through my skin, I remained calm, composed, more like an outsider watching the whole thing from a different perspective than the person who was about to be buried by the storm itself. Next to me, I felt his gaze on me, he was searching for my eyes. I turned, and our gazes locked. At first, there was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, followed by disappointment. I guess he expected me to be resisting, to beg.

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…

Rafe apologies as he takes a step closer to me. “Why what happened?” Axel presses. “Unfortunately by the time we arrived, Aida was already in her full heat and both boys….” Alpha Ray couldn’t even finish his sentence. The commotion that follows is in true lycan style. I see Lance reach for Rafe and hold him by his throat, but what surprises me next is that Rory is also held by his throat, not by Axel…but by Ricardo. “You dared to try and touch my brother’s mate?” Ricardo seethes in Rory’s face. I can see the colour drop from both Rory and Rafe’s faces. Lance backs his brother with an almighty roar that results in new born baby cries from upstairs.

I'd have never seen myself making a timetable for sex with someone I never thought I'd be intimate with… especially not her. “How far have you gone with the books?” I asked, and she shrugged, reaching past me for the book. She covered my face with her boobs while reaching for the book, and I instantly lost it. I licked the rose between the two of them, feeling my cock harden. “Oh, I'm sorry.” She said, settling back into the bed. “It's fine.” I responded, watching her open the book, covering her body. “Well, Estelle and Maleki are kind of having a battle in the Queen's head for dominance.” Hyacinth said, and I slowly grabbed her thigh. “Although she clearly likes Estelle more, she's conflict

Vaelrion Distance had once felt like a slow starvation; now it felt like hope-forged torment. Boston had reshaped their bond. He watched Lyra step into her power the moment she left Alaska—miles aside, she had entered the life she was meant to live, and the bond answered in kind. With every passing month, Vaelrion’s strength grew alongside her confidence.

I struggled to comprehend what Yaris had just told me. Before I could process it, a sudden sharp pain shot through my arm. Glancing up, I noticed Yaris and Connor both staring to my right. Instinctively, I grabbed a golden band on my wrist. As I held it tightly, a slender blade started to emerge, transforming into a gleaming golden sword. I turned to look in the same direction as the two Fae males. At that moment, another sharp, gray stone was hurled from behind the rose bushes. I couldn't see anyone, but I heard strange, unintelligible chatter. Suddenly, a small round head topped with a faded red hat appeared.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.