Romans & histoires Sir Ares Good Night Novel Free

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL HAVE SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE READING THIS, PLEASE SKIP CHAPTER OR GO DOWN TO ARES POV AS THERE WILL BE NO SEXUAL SCENES IN HIS POV. SERENITY’S POV After asking Aryan and Ares if I could stay with them tonight, Aryan had picked me up and ran so fast to the packhouse that I couldn’t help but laugh. Once we are back in their room, Aryan puts me on the bed and steps back next to Ares. They both look at me like they are ready to devour me.

Chapter Ten I lift my glass up and move it half an inch, pressing it down on the table so it leaves a water ring on the surface. I repeat the process, making a pattern with the condensation. “I never knew a glass of water could be so entertaining.” Eliza slides a cocktail in front of me and leans back, crossing her arms. Lucas is in the office at the bar tonight, and I’ve been sitting at a table in the back for the last half-hour reading. I just finished my book and am still reeling from the cliffhanger ending. The next book doesn’t come out for three months, dammit.

I was captivated by his peaceful expression, my gaze lingering on his features. But as I tried to slip out of bed, his hand instinctively grasped mine, holding me in place. "Good morning," I whispered, smiling. Ares yawned, his eyes still closed, but as they opened, his hazel gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. It was as if he had never loved before, but now, he was consumed by it, unable to tear his eyes away. He playfully asked, "Won't I get a morning kiss?" His words were met with a gentle pull, drawing me closer to him on the bed. His eyes burned with a passion that left me breathless.

I giggled. Just then I saw the dragon tilt its head. I even thought I noticed its chest rise and fall as if it laughed with me. Maybe I hit my head. That would be logical. I hit my head, and this was just another dream, like the one I had in the caves that day. “Your secret is safe with me. By the way, you are absolutely breathtaking. My name is Aries.” I finished not sure what response I was expecting.

Just as Zayne was about to untie them, Cole shouted at him to stop. “Don’t do it! Someone will be coming to our rescue soon.” Zayne suspiciously asked, “Who?” Sure enough, it did not take very long for Sir Ares to come back. He was holding onto a water bottle in his hand as he walked over at a carefree pace, looking happy and content. It did not seem like he was worried about his comrades’ well-being at all.

A darker one that played out with no honour. I picked up the copy of ‘Born Beneath the Wrong Star’ I’d discarded last night. I tried to focus on it, but my mind kept meandering to paths it shouldn’t – like where Ares was before the dawn. We’d not gone to sleep long ago; he couldn’t have had more than an hour or two at most. So where was he?

Ares stopped on his track and turned to face Zeus and said sternly "Thanks for thinking about me but I don't need your pity. I will wait for tomorrow to see which hell will you create for me. Try something new because I became bore with your daily games." Ares yawned. He checked the time. It's already 12am. "Oh. It's become midnight. I am very tried and sleepy. Good night darling. Go to sleep early or you will late tomorrow. Bye bye baby. Good night. Have a sweet dream." Ares waved his hand at Zeus and went to his room. He took a quick shower and retired to bed. He fell asleep immediately. It's a long day for him. On the other hand

My wrists were swollen with red circles around it, and they had turned purple within hours. I finally heard Ares yawn and I peeked at him from my hair as he slammed his laptop shut, rubbing his eyes tiredly and heading to turn off the lights. My heart picked up as darkness filled the room and I gasped softly, trying to locate Ares in the room. I found his frame walking towards the bed as he drew back the curtains allowing the bright rays of the room shine through the dark drapes. Ares wasted no time in climbing the bed, making it creak a little under his weight, he unbuttoned his shirt and fell face first against the bed.

Their deadly looks are only outdone by the deadly Neron weapons they point at the two of us. But there in the middle is a woman. Her eyes are full of wonder and fear, but she’s trying very hard to mask both right now. She’s petite, average height. She has soft, curly brown hair, and warm brown eyes. Her cheekbones are sharp and her hands small and delicate. But I know the power behind her voice. “Valen Nero, Nova Ainsley,” she says, stepping forward. “I’m Arden Black.”

She gave a nervous smile and bowed. Ares walked to my reading table and dropped the large novel in his hand. It had a hard vintage design cover and it made a gentle thud as it dropped. He exchanged a look with Emily and she went out. He took out his phone and started typing something. “What are you doing?” I asked, confused and impatient. His eyes only trailed up to me, then back to his phone. It was stupid to ask anything else when he was like this. He dropped his phone into his pocket then began picking up the pillow. My