True Blood Sookie And Eric Novels & Stories

Blake said, agitated over Eric’s casual demeanor over the loss of life from his platoon. “Blake, I’m the conductor of this symphony, the coordinator of this scenario. Everything is in my control, even the life or death of you____ and____ Sara; I’m looking you in the eyes, Blake, and goodbye, sister.” Eric said, and two red dots were seen on their chests.

“Just between the two of us. No one else will know.” Eric shook my hand, his grip tight and demanding, his eyes cold and untrusting. “Done,” he said firmly. “But don’t think for a single second that I actually trust you, submissive. One small slip-up, and your life is finished.” I pulled my hand back immediately, my jaw tight. “Just do what you agreed to do,” I said. “Kill Noah, and we both finally get what we want the most.” Eric smirked, then turned his back to me. “Go home now, Stan,” he said. “I’ll handle the human problem. You just make sure you keep your beloved mate in line and far away from my plans.”

Eric just looks at us as if lost in his thoughts… then she added, “what the fuck happened to you? You look like a fairy!” I punch her in the arm and say, “I said that!!!!!” She nodded, while says, “That's why we are best friends.” Eric helps us up while he cleans my clothes. Sophia looks at us both and says “What's going on here? Isabella, since when do you let Eric touch your ass?” He laughs as he says, “Since last night.” “Eric!!!” I hit him on the arm. He looks at me surprised while saying, “What!! But is it true or not? Sophia, Isabella is my mate. Last night we chose each other.”

Eric kissed Sarah on her temple. *** Sarah's POV Sarah pushed Anna in the swing. She brought her to the neighborhood park, looking forward to the free day. She had plans to go to the park, have a picnic, then meet up with Eric later that day. But suddenly, she looked over and saw Eric running toward them. "Hurry. I have our bag, we have to go! I saw them again! Get Anna, let's go!" *** Alpha Eric's POV

Crack! A sickening snap echoed as Eric's wrist broke. The blade clattered to the floor. But Eric, driven by pain and madness, didn’t stop. He lunged again, this time reaching for Sofia. "No!" Aaron saw it before she did—Eric’s bloodied hand grabbing a broken shard of glass from the window. Aaron didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the knife and drove it into Eric’s side. Deep. Twisting. Blood gushed, hot and violent, staining Aaron's hands as Eric gasped, eyes wide, shocked. Then… still.

She looked away but couldn't hide the smile on her lips. Eric chuckled, and she could feel the vibration of his chest. "Only when I'm with you." He leaned in slowly. Just as his lips were about to touch hers, the door flew open. "Eric. I brought you—" Sue's words died out. The three of them froze, and time seemed to stop. Sue's eyes darted between the two of them before finally landing on Eric's hand around Rosalyn's waist. Her face darkened at once. "You two—" Her voice rose. "Eric, have you forgotten that Zac is still in the ICU?"

Holding his gaze, all the anger I felt for him for the past two years vanished away. “Are you okay?” he asked with so much care while I nodded my head to him. He flashed me an assuring smile before moving his gaze back to Mike. “Let her go, you have a problem with me and not her.” Eric pleaded with his gaze on me, it was obvious he didn't know I had gotten my lost memory. “The plan is to kill you both, so you can reunite, isn't that wonderful?” Mike responded with a loud chuckle. “Stop this mike, let her go” he pleaded.

“We’re divorced. We’re done. If you ever come near me again, I’ll file a restraining order. And if that doesn’t stop you, I’ll make sure you never get within twenty feet of me again—for life.” With that, I turned and walked away. I never saw him again. … Six months later, I heard the news. Eric had died in a shootout—caught in a crossfire with one of the FBI’s sting operations. Word had it his men tried to drag him to safety, but he refused to move. Just stared into the distance, whispering, “I’m waiting for Evelyn. She’s coming to save me.” But I never came. CNN ran the report: Eric’s hideout had been raided. His organization dismantled. His loyalists imprisoned. He was gone. Just like that

She asked, scoffing out as she eyed him before continuing her food. “Let me break it down to you.” Eric said before standing up, walking towards the table and taking his seat on the floor. He crossed his leg and pulled janiya’s plate to himself, taking a spoon out of her food and carefully munching it. He gulped it down and faced them, a small smile on his face, “I’ve been your errand boy for some years now. I know all your secrets, the ones you won’t want to know and the ones you want to know. I know everything you’ve been doing, how you killed Ronan’s parent with whoever was his father’s beta.”

This fucking bitch. I forced a smile and walked toward her. “And you must be Diana Lockwood, my husband’s... fuck buddy,” I said in a grim tone, returning the disgusted look she had given me. “Aren’t you a little too old for that?” I smirked. Shocked, she froze, trembling with anger. Just then, the door opened again. Eric stepped in, his face lighting up with a smile when he saw Diana. “Oh, Diana! You’re already here?” He asked, both happy and surprised.