The Dazzlings Novels & Stories

For a brief moment, the ballroom—the whispers, the stares, the uncertainty—ceased to exist. It was just him. Just them. Dysis’s breath caught in her throat. Because for the first time, she wasn’t sure if what she saw in his gaze was possession. Or something else entirely. Something more dangerous. Something she wasn’t ready to name.

The entire place is decorated in black, red, and white and it’s the most luxurious thing I have ever seen. Freaking chandeliers are hanging on the ceiling. How is that even possible? Several people greet Dash as we walk past and I can’t help but smile as I watch their faces moving from him to me and their smiles disappearing. The women can see he is not available and they are not liking it.

A very gentle chrysanthemum scent picked by the careful magical hands of his fairies. Unbreakable Lord Martin felt different for the first time. The usual animosity that he feels whenever a human is entering his den, changes into a sheepish beast. This nervousness that he feels when a woman entered his garden is the same feeling after being awake from a strange dream of a woman in a white dress. Which until now he cannot forget. That unexplainable overwhelming feeling caught his emotions in between.

Hoping that he will listen to her at least for this one time. As soon as she opened her eyelids, her pupil dilated in fear and shock to see the dark frame floating near the ocean. The densely dark clouds almost veiled the sun, entirely making the place so dark and eerie. She doesn't want to ponder whether it is good or bad and thought it's better to avoid it. As much as she fears the king she dreads to see this ghost who's one of the reasons for this curse upon her and on this family. Maybe it might be worse than the King, she supposed.

Zelda sighed, before her hands moved over to the cup of milk, and then, she took a grasp of liquid into her throat, seven years, seven tired years that she had given birth to her twins, she had completed her college years being pregnant, she had moved to another state, her cell phone ticket, and hurriedly she peered at her. The feeling was sickening enough, she stared at the twins who obviously were having a banter on the couch, Their blonde hair shined more darker than usual, they were alike, no doubt, but something had kept them apart, they were different, unlike Layla whose eyes were toned with a hint of amber, Kayla's was blue, uncomfortably blue, yet alluring. A text from her best frien

His gaze fell to the shards of a broken mirror near a trash bin, and his expression faltered. Reflected in the shattered glass was Dessa—dressed in an elaborate pink gown, her appearance unnervingly pristine. Her wide, painted eyes seemed to follow him, framed by perfectly curled lashes. Glossy lips, an unnatural rose hue, parted slightly as though she might speak. Her doll-like features were flawless, almost eerily so, but her presence exuded an unsettling stillness that sent a chill down his spine. Dessa had warned him repeatedly, her voice calm but firm: "Do not interfere directly. It’s not your place."

Scantily clad females and males walked about with trays, serving drinks and other special needs to the clients. He loved to stop by the Club Dazzle occasionally, and it was not because he owned the place. He would stop by when he needed to unwind and relax. In the true sense, there was nothing relaxing about the bar. It was too loud for anyone to clear their heads, let alone think. He came here when he needed to escape from his problems by drowning in the noise of other people’s happiness. “Care for a drink, handsome?” one of the waitresses asked, interrupting his musings.

During the thirty years I was Eric's mate, he was recognized throughout the pack as the perfect partner. It wasn't until a shewolf appeared at his funeral with a will that everything came undone. "Eric left a will before he died. Everything under his name belongs to me!" Her voice was shrill, and her eyes were filled with jealousy as she glared at me. "He forbade me from appearing in front of you while he was alive. "But so what? He gave his entire inheritance to me! I'm the one he truly loved!" Every word of the will was filled with Eric's deep remorse and desire to make amends to the shewolf. It was as if the thirty years we had spent together had all been a figment of my imagination

"Dion..." His heart pounded as if it was about to leap out of his body. Though, it didn't have to, as he will give it to the woman on top of the stairs without question. "Thea..." he turned around and looked at her, the window in the limo was already reflecting the beautiful image, but the real person was thousands of times more fascinating than a simple mirror. She wore a beautiful dark blue dress with white in the bottom, many jewels were adorning the bodice covering her front elegantly. It was as if she were wearing a dress made of stars and she was the brightest.

I can feel his cock getting even harder and contracting and jerking around at the pleasurable imagination he's got on in his mind's visuals. I am super sure there will be pre-cum right at his cock's tip, if I check. I love to lick it all. I love to lick my Daddy's pre-cum. He opens the bag. He takes out a blindfold first. Soft black fabric. Sets it on the pillow beside my head. Then a small rose gold vibrator, slim and elegant, exactly the kind of thing that looks innocent until it isn't. Then a pair of soft restraints, wrist cuffs lined in velvet, and my mouth goes completely dry.