19 Results in the "Designated Love Interest" category
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On her bed, between the spider-silk sheets, lay a breathtakingly beautiful male Shaeravyn. He was naked, with shimmering purple skin, well-proportioned muscles and long silver hair. Next to him was an equally naked woman and the messages braided in her lavender hair made Shaelith blush. Both of them looked up expectantly. "Luminous Shaelith," the man purred, rose up on one elbow and let his muscles flex in the soft glow of the mushrooms. "Happy Birthday! We are your present." Despite the moss…-
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Chapter 3 – A Strange Childhood
"Hold still, Shaelith." The servant pulled another purple strand through the complicated weave. "Almost done." Jacob sat motionless on the padded stool and watched in the mirror as his hair was woven into messages. House Vyrnara above all others. Daughter of the Matriarch. Studies Sorcery. Virgin. The list went on with an incredible amount of information about a seven-year-old child, even a seven-year-old elf child, but he had no control over it. At his apparent age, others decided what his hairstyle…-
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Chapter 5 – Emergency Session
"No, Araphylle, the third line must curve inwards." Jacob corrected the shaky line of Mycelial ink on the girl's forearm with a stroke of his finger. "Think of it like a funnel that catches light." Eight little faces of Vyrnara girls stared at him, their purple foreheads in identical wrinkles of effort. The youngest was just six, the oldest ten. All of them were in various stages of 'I-want-to-be-a-powerful-sorceress' fever. They're so god damn cute. Jacob suppressed a smile. Just like me back then.…-
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Chapter 7 – Birthday Eve
His mother's words still echoed in Jacob's head, three days after they had fallen. Grow up, Shaelith. Soon. Tomorrow was his eighteenth birthday, or rather, Shaelith's eighteenth birthday. The date was basically meaningless to the Shaeravyn, but eighteen years in this body, as Shaelith, was a strange milestone for him. It took some effort to push those thoughts aside to concentrate on more practical concerns. The birthday banquet tomorrow was largely a purely political event. Too his great relief…-
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Chapter 1 – Drowning
For eighteen years, it was Jacob Williams' ironclad principle to stay out of trouble. That principle died with him on a rainy April afternoon beneath the surface of cold-ass Lake Whothefuckcares. But of course, Jacob Williams didn't know that when he got up that morning. Strictly speaking, he didn't have any thoughts in his head, which was still foggy from sleep, but only felt a general disgust at the early ringing of the alarm clock as he pulled on his gray T-shirt. The shirt was the product of careful…-
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The armored figure stepped fully into the light and the massive macesparked on the stone floor. Up close, the crimson armor seemed to pulse with a heartbeat of its own, as if it had not been forged but grown from coagulated blood. "The Princess and-" The voice sounded almost bored, but beneath it lurked something unsteady, almost crazy, like a string that had been stretched too tight. "Aah, how interesting. The Hero. Both already in one place." "Ha! He knows me!" Benderast grinned broadly. "Seems…
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Chapter 6 – The Presentation
When they could see again, the purple fire fizzled out with a final, defiant hiss against Jacob's protective shield and the corridor smelled of the burnt mycelium of the smoldering walls. Amateur. Whoever wants me dead definitely paid too much for this lousy job. House retainer Haeliz, who had been a part of Shaelith's escort, lay in a spreading pool of blood. A crystal shard from one of the goblets the supposed servant carried had been caught in the blast and severed his carotid artery. A quick…-
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Chapter 14 – The Long Road Home
The first thing Shaelith noticed was the unfamiliar smell. No sweet mushroom scent, no phosphorescent spores, but pine scent and damp forest soil instead. A rough blanket scratched against her skin. Right. Still not home. She tried to sit up and that proved to be a mistake. The world tilted to one side, and her stomach immediately rebelled.Mana exhaustion. The aftereffects were almost worse than a proper moss wine hangover. They had set up a makeshift camp.The rescued women huddled together in small…-
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Laenre sat on her chair made of woven mycelium, making notes on supply listswith an inscrutable expression. "Mother, you can't be serious." Shaelith stood in front of the polished obsidian desk and had her hands clenched into fists. "Vyriz is chained up at that warlock's fortress, losing fingers as we speak, while I'm supposed to enter into a concubine contract with some idiot?" Laenre looked up from a document and fixed her cool amethyst eyes on Shaelith. "De facto, you have already entered into it…
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Chapter 19 – No Means No
Shaelith turned and saw Benderast approaching. He smelled of moss wine and his gait was slightly unsteady, but those familiar eyes she knew from another life were shining with anticipation. "So," he said, his voice taking on a tone he probably thought was seductive. "Finally alone." Oh no. He ran his fingers through his curly shoulder-length hair, which might have looked charming on another man, but on Ben it seemed terribly rehearsed, as if he had copied the gesture from a bad soap opera. "You look…-
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