Sweet Veil Novels & Stories

“Miss. Robert, right ?” Gemma was startled and turned to look at the man who had helped her. He had mysteriously pure black eyes and hair, and his smile and voice were so gentle and deep that Gemma couldn't take her eyes off of him. “A… is it me, are you…?” The man smiled softly, looking at Gemma so deeply in his eyes that she wanted to avoid it, he lifted her hand and planted a kiss on the back of it. “Hello, beautiful lady, my name is Harvey Susan. It's okay to call me Harvey." Harvey said.

I unconsciously smiled when a bunch of roses blocked my sight. Styx was hiding his grin while handling the flowers. "Thank you," I said in a small voice. His smile widened even more, and he kissed my senses. He took me to a part of the garden—I don't know whose—but I want to spend millions just to have this. He helped me sit at the prepared dining table. There are also many butterflies in the garden of different colors. My eyes shine while looking at them. "Do you like it?" he asked in a low voice.

She giggles for a moment and I realize the irony of me waiting on her when she spent years cleaning up after me. “Cream and one spoon of sugar,” she chirps with the shaddow of a smile playing across her lips. “Then that is what you shall get, Sweetpea,” I say with a grin as I prepare her coffee to her specifications. “Your name for me is strange. Do I really smell like sweetpeas?” “Yes, well…technically, you smell like their blossoms. They have a sweet, light floral scent and that is how you smell to me,” I explain.

I reached the seventh step when his voice chased me from behind. "Luna." I stopped. Didn't look back. "Your pheromones," the voice carried something I couldn't name. A shaft of light breaking through the crushing low clouds before a storm. A wolf under the moon, catching the scent of a packmate lost for too long. "It's lily of the valley." I closed my eyes. Lily of the valley. The white blossoms that grew on the edges of snowfields. Cold, crisp, and slightly sweet. Could survive temperatures below freezing. My mother's pheromone scent. Before the laundry room.

Sweetness bleeds from the places they’re connected. It feels so fucking good. Ariadne squirming underneath him, taking in his c*ck so f*cking well. “You feel so good baby,” Victor whispers. “You’re so pretty like this.” Ariadne whines again. “Oh, oh please.” The Omega tosses her head back, losing herself to the feeling. Victor quickens the pace, edging Ariadne along paradise. The Omega’s eyes are all needy. She looks f*cked out, high on everything. Ariadne's scent turns impossibly sweet.

He picked a purple flower and smelled it, “I always think Salvias suits you, Sapphire. They are the color of your eyes and they represent wisdom, health, and long life, a perfect definition for Faeries.” I don’t know why my heart suddenly went soft as he extended his arm to give me the flower. He didn’t move from where he was standing and waited for me to get it. I hesitated at first, still scared of what he is still capable of doing but he just looked so frail it would be impossible for him to hurt me anymore without me killing him first.

Hearing his praise made my soul feel as if it were floating among the clouds. "It’s not from a famous brand, is it? You had it custom-made." "Yes. You are my heart. You are my heart, Ava." "When you wear this, no matter how far you go or where you are, remember that you always exist within my heart. Just as I am always with you. Forever. Inseparable." I sat there like a stunned log at his words. I never imagined he could be so romantic and sweet. My man could be a pervert at times, thick-skinned at others, and he often teased me, but I had to admit one truth: he loved me very, very much.

She managed to get out between sobs I tightened my arms around her and kissed the top of her head “I didn’t want to make you cry” “They are happy tears, I promise. I love this so much, thank you” She looked up at us all with a small smile on her face “Carry on with your Santa duty’s” She waved James away, I noticed the weak smile he gave her. I knew that he was worried about what would happen to Jill. He knew he was the only one who would not be affected by the spell, and I knew he loved Jill like a little sister.

He reached past me, grabbed the printout held it up between us with one hand while the other kept teasing me through my panties, applying slow maddening pressure. “Read the headline,” he said. My voice came out shaky. “‘Unlock Summer: Bold Flavors, Zero Guilt’…” He hummed against my neck, approving. Fingers slipped under the lace now found my bare clit. Circled once. “Keep going.” I tried as much as I could, to keep my voice steady. “‘Our new line of low-sugar… ah…’” He pushed two fingers inside me, curling them forward to hit that spot that made my toes curl in my heels.

Only one way to find out… "James?" "Yes, sweetheart." Sweetheart. His sweetheart. "Bite me. I need to feel you. I want you." "Grace." A groan. "You tempt me. I shouldn’t. Tell me to stop, or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself." He hissed.