Yuri Lovers Novels & Stories

She had flourished as a vampyre, never giving into the blood lust that often claimed many of them as newborns. Hans had taken a near immediate dislike to her. She reminded him of his own weakness, of his inability to fight his own lust for blood. As far as he was aware, Martha had never been anything but kind to Hans, treating him the same as she did Malik. Eventually, she had stopped trying.

Mark, though eager to ask questions, exercised patience. “Liam.” “What?” Julie gasped, wiping her tears. “What about Liam?” “I’m… I’m sorry… I…” “Was it him? Did he do this to you?” “I followed him last night. He told me that… I’m sorry, Julie.” Elizah sobbed uncontrollably, unable to look at her sister as she covered her face with both hands. Mark Robertson furrowed his brows in confusion . “Who’s Liam?” Julie took a step back. “My fiancé.”

I wrap my arms round her waist possessively losing consciousness of our environment as all my focus was on the love of my life. “I love you Alec Brad.” She says after some minutes of sharing a passionate kiss as she stares at my green eyes with all the affection she had. “I love you too Russo.” I say before closing the distance between us once again with my lips.

Lu said louder, unable to look away. “They only say that so more people will watch.” Lola yelled back as she turned on the tap filling up her water glass. “It’s all pretend. Fae take more than one lover?” Lola called out. She felt her cheeks darken at the thought of that. She’d the feeling from Bodach and Puca earlier that they didn’t mind sharing. From the way that Merrow and Puca interacted that they had been intimate as well. Who was she to judge? “Aye, some of do. Trash tv?” Lola heard Puca mumble as she turned the water and took a sip of her water. She turned, heading back towards the living room, to see Bodach had joined the others as they all sat leaning forward.

He exerted immense effort to reach this point. Unsure of Gena’s desires, he suspected her confusion and rebellion. Her mindset mirrored that of a child seeking undefined fun, oblivious to its nature or consequences. Yuri found it challenging to enjoy her presence, but he derived pleasure from pushing her to the point of fear. He loved hearing her pain, but to hear her beg for more, as if he gave her the greatest pleasure. Yuri remained uncertain whether it aroused him or repulsed him, the most intense reaction he had ever experienced.

A single word at the top, like a title, like a codename, like the header on an invitation to something terrible. MERCURY. And beneath it, a list. Six lines. Six anonymous bidder codes, numbered, waiting. Sebastian Huxley hadn’t been collecting dossiers on six wealthy parties. He’d been inviting them to bid.

Never put my love out on the line Never said yes to the right guy Never had trouble getting what I want But when it comes to you, I'm never good enough When I don't care, I can play 'em like a Ken doll Won't wash my hair, then make 'em bounce like a basketball But you make me wanna act like a girl Paint my nails and wear high heels Yes, you make me so nervous that I just can't hold your hand You make me glow But I cover up, won't let it show So I'm putting my defenses up 'Cause I don't wanna fall in love If I ever did that, I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack I think I'd have a heart attack Never break a sweat for the other… Yuri and Dal sang next, crushing the co

Lena whispered, barely audible, "No... no, he didn’t." "Seriously?!" Elise exclaimed. "That’s such a letdown. If he really loved you, he should’ve gone the extra mile and let you experience the happiest thing." Lena tapped Elise’s forehead lightly. "What’s going on in that head of yours?" "I’m just saying, men in love supposedly do these things willingly." Lena bit her lip nervously. She had lied—he had done exactly that, and the memory of his warm touch from tongue sent a shiver down her spine. But she didn’t think it contained love.

Hitomi Kirisawa had always been a fan of classical music, though her favourites were actually the piano pieces composed by the South Korean piano music composer, Yiruma. Yuri clenched her hands into fists by her sides, not showing any emotions outwardly. “How many people have you threatened or killed in order to attain that piece of information?” Yuri spoke blandly, betraying nothing in her voice at all. Kami ignored that snipe at him, and smiled a small and grim smile at Yuri. “It’s been a long time, Yuri-chan,” he said. “You’ve grown up.” Yuri’s right eye twitched visibly before she glared at Kami, her hands still clenched into fists by her sides. She gritted her teeth together with slight

Yuvera stated, anger rising in her voice. "I know that I will age... I know that I will die someday... but before I do, I wanna see the world!" Yuri reasoned, "I don't want to live forever in this forest anymore, with everything being repeated day by day." "You choose love and adventure over your mother and immortality. Why Yuri? Why!? Why are you doing this to me!?" Yuvera let her tears fall from her eyes as her fear came true of her daughter someday leaving her behind.