Rhysand Pov Book Novels & Stories

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.

the king whispered and Gouria fought a battle to stand properly, his vision twirling. His lover Anderios is yet to return from the North and it has been a long while since he felt a manly touch, one so strong. Xrysos, although drunk, yet very strong, and his hands holding Gouria like that, the sweet voice of the king, and his burning blue eyes did nothing but leave Gouria yearning for more. "Let me kiss your lips again Ria, let me have a taste of my beloved through you, give him my wish so that he might feel my aching."

After Klara told him what Aldric had said, Randall had made sure the enforcers got the truth out of her. He watched with satisfaction as Visha was being tortured into telling the truth. It was almost as if a shell had fallen off his eyes. After almost an eternity of silence and sobbing, Randall finally spoke, "Get me, Aldric, now!" AUTHOR'S NOTE: NEW BOOK ALERT!!! DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT MY NEW BOOK, "ALPHA OF THE NORTH: HIS WEAKNESS, HER CURSE. It is a dark romance book. Intriguing and suspense-filled.

Whatever may happen to him there, should be recorded in the book of criminals. She hated him before seeing him. But why thinking of man that did not deserve it? Depressing the thought, she went back to he room to join her sisters. ** The next morning, Princess Rania took her bath and dressed up. A maid came to inform her that the king has woken up . She was excited to meet her father, who has been sleeping since yesterday. Arya walked behind her maintaining her pace. If there was any act she learnt from her big sister, happily was the gorgeous footsteps.

He gritted his teeth and glared at his king. “Damn you Ludwig!” he shouted. Ludwig looked at him, bared his fangs and growled, “Damn you!” --- Dear all, the next chapter will be the last chapter of the book. I will soon be starting the next book in the series. Will keep you informed on Facebook. If you like the book, do give your comments and reviews :)

What could it hurt, after all? "I am a Reaver," I purred, my voice low and smooth. Roxy's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise dancing across her face. I was certain she had stumbled upon the chapters detailing my kind in the book she'd been reading. Three entire chapters were devoted to Reavers, and they were nestled near the beginning of the book. Given that she was now halfway through, I assumed she had already devoured those particular pages.

“I should be thanking you. For rescuing me from my shattered world and healing my soul.” Our eyes held. No words were needed to feel the flood of emotions between us. “I love you, my Feisty Queen,” he whispered. A wide smile spread across my face. “And I love you too, MY RUTHLESS LYCAN KING.” And with that, surrounded by the ones I loved, with Ivy’s spirit never far, my story found its peace. THE END

“Not at all. In the second book, she ditches him and hooks up with Rhysand.” “Oh my God. Then what was the point of this book? Why is everything a drawn-out series these days? A book should be good all by itself!” Andre glanced at me, then let out a long sigh. “I hurt your feelings, didn’t I?” “No, it’s fine.” “You told me not to hold back!” he argued weakly. “I thought you would dislike my book too, and we would have some good banter back and forth about it.” “I’m surprised you hated it that much, but I’m not offended.” I refilled my drink from the pitcher. “Although my opinion of you has dropped significantly.”

Chapter 4 Rain Draven's point of view Twenty-seven floorboards from wall to window. I count them again, my boots silent against the ancient oak that's witnessed centuries of dragon councils. The runic candles cast long shadows that dance across the leather-bound tomes on our desk, their flames responding to my agitation with subtle flares. My dragon claws at my insides, demanding action when restraint is our only option. I turn at the window, catching Riku's amused gaze as he lounges in his chair like this is all some cosmic joke rather than the crisis it truly is.

and left. Rhys hadn’t moved from the pillar. Fifty feet of empty basement between us. He was looking at the book in my hands. Looking at me. Probably processing the reality that the wreckage was public now. That strangers would read about his cruelty and his crash and his father’s secret and the hospital chair and the kitchen floor. But he wasn’t hiding from it. He was standing in the light of it. I walked toward him. Boots on concrete. The book against my ribs. His eyes on my face the entire way.