The Herione Novels & Stories

Lune watched from her private chamber, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her—excitement, fear, and an overwhelming sense of vulnerability. Dressed in a stunning white gown that hugged her curves in all the right places, Lune felt both beautiful and anxious. The fabric flowed elegantly around her as she moved, and the intricate lace details added a touch of ethereal grace. Her hair was styled flawlessly, cascading down her shoulders in soft waves, and delicate flowers were woven into her locks. She could hardly recognize herself in the mirror; she felt like a queen ready to step into a new life.

He had saved up the money after eating solely mac and cheese for an entire week and gotten me the pendant. I cherished it nonetheless. I hadn't taken it off for five years, and the protective wax that coated the pendant had already worn off. Alexander's biggest fear came true when he saw the pendant. He fell to his knees and covered his face, devastated as he broke down in tears. There was no hiding the anguish and sorrow in his sobs. The police officer clapped him on the shoulder and waited until he had calmed down before showing him a security footage. "We tracked your fiancée's whereabouts and found that she left the apartment in the evening on the 23rd of June. She hadn't returned since.

Strange, she thinks to herself as she proceeds to untie the bright green thread holding everything together. The letter reads: My Dearest Keegan, On this day, of the year two thousand and twenty two, you have awoken to begin your twenty-fifth year. Please accept this pendant, as it is rightfully yours as it was your mother's before you, her mother's as well, tracing back for generations. As I am sure, no words may expresses your dismay, please continue reading. For years you have searched, answers unyielding, as to who you are, where you come from, and for a family you must have out there searching for you as you just the same. It brings me great sorrow to inform you that, no, you are the la

Limping over, he sank to one knee in the dirt. “Hi.” he rasped, voice hoarse but commanding, “I need your help again.” Before I could move, he raised a steady hand. “Wait. Tell me… how does your healing work? I’ve seen many miracles, but nothing like this.” His eyes searched mine, desperate for answers. I hesitated, then touched the faint mark glowing on my pelvis, the Apostle’s mark given by the God of Lust himself. “It’s a gift. I’m Heron, an Apostle of the God of Lust. My power… it heals through the sharing of my essence.”

Of course her instincts were right and she was definitely being watched because Heron never left instead, he was behind the curtains watching her as she bathed. HERON~ POV "Such a sexy body! I can't wait to make you mine. Oh no, what are you thinking Heron. Don't forget you only want her for revenge. You shouldn't be getting attracted to her body. Your mission is only to torture her like how you've been tortured all these months. Well Lala, you can waste as much water as you want on that curved body of yours but get ready to embrace what I have for you next. I promise to make your life miserable that your brother would never be able to look you in the eyes after you've paid his price. I will

she whispered before jumping up with an eep covering her chest. “H...Hesione…” she stammered, eyes focused beyond me. I looked in the direction she was and saw Hesione standing by the entrance of the bathe brown eyes hazed with desire, leaning on the wall with her hand under her dress, obviously having been touching herself. “I… sorry...I…” she flushed almost as red as her hair before darting away. “Great…” Eurymedusa sighed.

, stella said so sweet without any shuttering of words coming from her mouth,where as here I am feeling a new emotion, I know it is definitely not nervous but it's definetly about the things happening next. "She is the one who is new to celebrity world,but definetly not look like the newcomer in this world,she is the one who is the heiress but never behaves or shows her status around,she is new to business world but also the one who reached the top in everything she stepped and started moving towards the steps of success same as her ancestors, she is the one good from heart and won the hearts of many people around her,lets introduce the Heiress of Warner Empire, grand daughter of the ruler o

Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Published 2020. First edition published 2016 under the title Let It Snow. Second edition published 2017 as Adore Me Ardently (A Heron’s Landing Christmas Novella). Third edition 2020.

Almost as if she was no longer living, just serving. The surface of the lake shimmered in enticement as she was called towards it. Her gaze didn’t leave it as she brushed past Adele, the child moving to the side as she witnessed the change within her. The glowing pools of silver that made up her gaze were unnerving, forcing the young child to submit for the first time as the all power of the Goddess filled the air. Adelaide held no control over her limbs as she stepped down from the alter, her toes digging into the damp earth at the edge of the lake before continuing forward. The cool water quickly enveloped her legs as she moved forward, rising up her body as she walked further and further

The feeling of satisfaction that bloomed to life in my chest was more than a little disturbing. Her mahogany brown hair was in a bun at the top of her head, exposing the planes of her face. She had the most beautiful blue eyes ever. The color so light that it appeared silver in some lighting. They looked almost translucent. Her mouth was a work of art too; plump, red mouth that was just begging to be kissed, the top slightly fuller than the bottom. If she ever tire of putting old, white, entitled, know-it-all guys in their place, she could easily make a career as a model. She was far more astounding than all the ones that threw themselves at me anyways.