Novel & Cerita Rise Of Eros

Alfred mistook my silence for embarrassment and pitifully offered me a glass of red wine. "Nelson, you've got to get out more. Stop obsessing over women all the time. Check this out. This bottle's on the house. Thirty thousand dollars a pop, reserved only for the big shots like us. This one bottle could easily pay your rent for the next few years. Here, try some," he said, handing me a glass.

On her eighteenth birthday, Nyra believes the Moon Goddess has finally blessed her—mating her to her longtime boyfriend, Prince Dante. It feels like destiny. Until the ceremony begins… and Dante rejects the bond in front of everyone. Then he chooses her sister instead. Broken and humiliated, Nyra is thrown away as a “rejected bond” and handed to the Crown’s most feared enforcer. But the Moon Goddess never makes mistakes… and this bond is only the beginning.

He came up when she began to eagerly reach for him. “Hurry Ramus,” she said urgently. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her. Pleasure so great blinded them both as they began to move together in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. Neither of them cared about the consequences of their actions, all they knew was that this time was right and this moment was the right time for them. Maybe tomorrow when they parted ways they will think about their actions. As they slept in each other’s arms that night neither knew that their actions would bring a change to the world of the gods, one that would affect both their lives and the lives of everyone they knew forever.

“No one can hold us, much less use us. She is promised to another, as is required to keep the balance. Until she is set free, we will protect her.” Osprey’s face twisted in anger. His irritation was plain to see. “You are mistaken. Cressida is promised to me, and they have kept her away for far too long. She is mine.” The ethereal voices laughed. My body lifted from the ground, lightly hovering over the floor. A slight wind came off from the power emanating from me, making my hair swirl around my face like I was underwater. Although my body wanted to twist and bend from the immense energy I held within, I fought against it. I wanted the Usurper dead, as did whatever lived in me.

ELENA’s POV The kiss….our kiss is neither earth-shattering nor is it one filled with throes of passion and moans. It is none of that. Instead, it is like the waking up of one’s soul on a fine spring morning, allowing me to taste and feel every colour of the rainbow in their own sensual way. It is like tasting cotton candy as it melts in your mouth, coating every one of your senses with its softness and sweetness. Everything around me fades to nothingness, it is as if nothing else exists except the two of us. It is my first kiss and it is one I will remember for the rest of my life.

I search through the contacts, looking for Ethan's contact. 'What can you tell me about Rapture?' I text him. I watch as the three dots appear on the screen showing that he's typing. 'The rapture is an eschatological theological position held by some Christians, particularly within branches of American evangelicalism, consisting of an end-time event when all Christian believers who are alive, along with resurrected believers, will rise in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air. -Wikipedia. I roll my eyes at his response. 'Arse.' I think to myself.

, she said. “Right time is the prince and I having any physical contact.”, I asked. “Physical contact for at least a minute.”, she corrected. “I still don’t get the re-birth and era thing.”, I said still confused. What has that mere holding hands gotten me into? “Don’t worry. Close your eyes and hold my hands. And remember to relax.”, she said.

As they’d been at this for a while now, it didn’t take them long to go from her loving on him to him driving them over the edge to do what felt like would save their sanity. “Goddess, please grant me this,” George cried out, surprising Ana as he cried this out as he poured his released into her again. The shocks of his heated desire felt like an offering now to the Goddess, and Ana felt a power behind it that hadn’t been there any other time. “Ah… George, what did you just do?”

"And not like that kind of 'better'… not whatever freaky stuff you and Mr. Fischer were into. Just clearing that up. What I'm giving you is real warmth. You'll know what it means to feel heat." He activated his Inferno Strike and drew the fire-like energy out from his core. It surged through his palm and into Eric's body like a rushing tide. Almost instantly, Eric's trembling eased. His clenched muscles began to relax, and for once, he did not look like he was freezing to death. His face softened, the pain finally lifting for a moment.

Ryan took a deep breath as he took a step closer, peering through the gap in the door. There she was. Jessie. Sitting on her bed, tangled up with some guy he didn’t recognize. Their faces were inches apart—no, not inches. They were kissing. He was stroking her body with his fingers as they kissed ,the both of them loved up in bed Ryan felt like the floor had been ripped from under him. His hands clenched around the small bag holding the chocolates and note. The same chocolates he had spent way too much time picking out. The same note he had stressed over writing.