Novel & Cerita Romantic Beautiful Mermaid

According to what Mr. Welkin said we had to cross the Lake of the Mermaids Tears to get to the kingdom of Ataraxia. Hygge's POV "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" A mermaid shouted as her eyes turned into monstrous one. Their voices are horrible especially their looks. What is in the book is true. Mermaid has a very beautiful and enchanting voice that can attract and hypnotize males and females, just like they did with Ataraxis earlier. Their beauty is like a goddess. But it becomes the opposite when they are on the ground.

the woman responded but Mel shook her head. "Okay what's going on and who is this woman?" I asked Mel. "She's Arianna, my friend," Mel happy said but all the woman did was glare at me when I looked at her. "I don't get it! Your friend? From where?" I asked and soon dad uncle Ryan and Kaden shifted back into their human forms with one of the warriors who were there throwing them each some shorts to wear. "She's my mermaid friend from the village. Well she's not a friend but she's more like my mom she's very nice," she responded smiling lightly and all I did was raise a questioning eyebrow.

Another mergirl asked. "She is the most beautiful in all of Aquarial; only the fairies could match her in beauty." Another said and now the merman just watched them chat amongst themselves. "Yeah, I have seen her at the purple Rose festival, her skin was like that of the snows of Riveri, her hair was like the iced streams of Riveri and her eyes twinkled as clear and pure as the finest mountain tears." In Aquarial, when one is compared with Riveri it means that they were of exceeding beauty.

She said to Tristan. "Thank you... You're beautiful as well." I said. I meant it, she was really beautiful, she had raven black hair, beautiful brown eyes and beautiful plump lips. She didn't have a lot of make up on and she was wearing a beautiful long mermaid dress that swept the floor. "Well if you're done with this loser, I will he more that happy to make you woman..." She said and gave me a wink. "Is she???" I said and Tristan nodded his head.

She had never seen anything so strange—so beautiful—in her life. The creature—or woman, or both—stood waist-deep in the icy current, singing a melody that didn’t belong to the world Serena knew. It wasn’t just sound; it was a spell, a presence that reached into the bones, soft and ancient. It felt like sorrow and seduction wrapped into one, like the river itself had come alive to sing of forgotten lives. Serena didn’t even realize she was leaning forward, captivated, until the mermaid turned her head and looked directly at her.

The water was icy cold, but it had a refreshing feel to it. “I told you never to come back here! And now you bring another to my abode?” an angry silver feminine voice resounded as a figure suddenly appeared above the river. Omitirin, the mermaid, I came to the conclusion as I stared at her, awed. She looked a little short of five feet nine, with a very young face like a teenagers’, and she was naked from the waist up with perky black breasts out on full display. From her waist down was a fishtail with bluish-green scales which sparkled bright like precious stones.

I traced the cut, now no longer bleeding, it was just the open skin where the shard had cut. "Mermaids of the underworld." Peta walked away to the bathroom and shouted from there. "They are always very beautiful, charming, seductive. Unlike stories they don’t need to sing to attract, they just need to seduce with their beauty, until they can get close enough to the prey to touch it." Peta ducked in front of me with a first aid box and held my right hand, after picking up a handful of gauze filled with product and began to wipe the palm of my hand.

shouted Helena to the open sea. She was like a madwoman screaming to herself. No answer. She looked down, the beautiful blue sea with colorful fish. Dimly she heard a humming sound, something foreign to her ears but pleasant and melodious; siren sound. Siren Aquamarine, the mermaid of the Caribbean sea who always tempts pirates and fishermen. They suck every soul that is subject to their beauty. Beautiful but deadly.

Close enough to smell the hint of her perfume—warm, subtle, maddening. “You’re mine from nine to seven,” I murmured, low and dark. “What you do after hours… that’s your business. But don’t forget where your loyalty lies.” She stared at me. “If you wanted loyalty, maybe you should try earning it.” Moments later, the employee returned like a soldier delivering war spoils. The bouquet was absurd. Giant red roses, dramatic as hell, tied in a sleek black silk ribbon with little flecks of baby's breath for effect. Of course. Damon Volkov wouldn’t send anything less than a goddamn opera performance in flower form.

"Alright. Now you give it a try." There was a lengthy delay, to the point I began to grow worried before she finally spoke up. "A large shadow appears in the stream before a moment later the top half of a mermaid surges up out of the water." I certainly hadn't been expecting that, but I wasn't going to say anything to interrupt her. More than anything I was curious to see where she was going with this. "She's got, uh, long blonde hair and... purple eyes. Her skin is flawless and pristine and... and she's wearing a little tiny shell bikini over her gigantic titties."