Rin Penrose Face Novels & Stories

“You’re mine, little puppy,” Kylan growled against my neck. “Soon enough, you’ll be begging for me. And when you do—I’ll use you as I see fit, and then I’ll reject you.” — When Violet Hastings begins her freshman year at Starlight Shifters Academy, she only wants two things—honor her mother’s legacy by becoming a skilled healer for her pack and get through the academy without anyone calling her a freak for her strange eye condition. Things take a dramatic turn when she discovers that Kylan, the arrogant heir to the Lycan throne who has made her life miserable from the moment they met, is her mate. Kylan, known for his cold personality and cruel ways, is far from thrilled. He refuses to accept Violet as his mate, yet he doesn’t want to reject her either. Instead, he sees her as his puppy, and is determined to make her life even more of a living hell. As if dealing with Kylan’s torment isn’t enough, Violet begins to uncover secrets about her past that change everything she thought she knew. Where does she truly come from? What is the secret behind her eyes? And has her whole life been a lie?

" me." The words slipped out of her , past her lips, before she could do anything about it. Lancelot's eyes widened. He saw a golden ring form around Ziko's eyes; that was not a good sign. "What did you say?" She took one step towards him, slowly closing the gap between them. He wished she'll stop, still he wished she wouldn't. She didn't say anything, she just continued to walk towards him. Did she really know what she was getting herself into? Lancelot thought to control himself. He wasn't going to lose himself to her, he would have a shower and the bulging in his pants would reduce. Roxanne planted herself in front of Lancelot, she could feel his eyes burn through her skin. She wanted him now, and despite the indifferent look he tried to put up, the growth in his pants said otherwise; he wanted her too. "I said..." She placed a hand on his cheek. Lancelot's eyes fell to her lips and lingered there, so he saw them form the next words that came out of her mouth. " me." Ziko growled within him. He saw her bite her lower lip faintly, right before he lost every ounce of self control. ' it' He hissed. With one grip, he pulled her to himself and crashed his lips on hers.

Our expedition team ventured into a desert wilderness to investigate rare mineral resources when we were suddenly struck by extreme heat that reached 158 °F. I nearly passed out from dehydration and quickly reached into my backpack for the electrolyte water I had prepared in advance. Just as I was about to drink it, I realized the bottle was half-filled with urine. When I turned around, I saw Ben Murphy, my wife’s childhood friend, gulping down my electrolyte water. As I was about to confront him, Amy Garner, my wife, grabbed my sleeve and said, “Don’t be mad. I gave Ben your electrolyte water. He’s almost dehydrated. You can make do with this for now.” My vision started to blur. Clutching the half-empty bottle of urine, I asked through gritted teeth, “I’m dehydrated. Instead of letting me rehydrate properly, you want me to drink this? Are you trying to kill me?” Amy was upset. “Don’t be ridiculous! Ben doesn’t work out daily like you do. He can’t handle this heat. Wasn’t it right to give him the electrolyte water? Besides, urine can hydrate you, too! Don’t be picky at a time like this.” Seeing how unreasonable she was being, I sent a distress signal with my location just before losing consciousness. [Severely dehydrated, near death. Expedition mission suspended. Request immediate rescue. Also reporting a robber in the team. Notify the police immediately.]

After the Ferguson family went bankrupt, I gave up everything I had and followed Ethan Ferguson to Stormbay. Five years later, he had fought his way back into the top three on the Forbes rich list. He rebuilt the empire everyone believed he had lost for good. He never mentioned marriage, no matter how much we had been through together. I did not understand the reason until the night before Memorial Day. I woke after midnight and saw Ethan standing alone on the terrace of our beachfront house. The cold ocean wind swept through the darkness while he lit three white candles one by one. Their flames flickered softly against the night. He faced the distant horizon across the sea and lowered his voice. “Mom, Dad… I’m sorry I couldn’t come see you again this year.” He paused, and his expression softened. “However, please keep watching over Vivi. Keep her healthy… and bless the two of us with a long, happy life together.” Warmth spread through my chest as I listened. My health had never been good, and every year near Memorial Day, Ethan refused to let me exhaust myself with the long trip home. He always went alone to visit his parents’ graves while I stayed behind in Stormbay. This year, when I saw the homesickness in his eyes, I decided to surprise him. I wanted to make the trip in his place. I never expected my entire world to collapse the moment I arrived at the cemetery. Ethan’s name was carved into the headstone. Beside it was the name of another woman. Olivia Ferguson. My gaze drifted lower. A framed family photograph sat at the foot of the headstone. Its edges had curled from the ocean wind. In the picture, Ethan held a little blond-haired boy in his arms. The child looked no older than three. Olivia stood beside him, smiling softly at the camera. A sharp pain cut through my chest. Only then did I understand the truth. The “Vivi” Ethan prayed for was never Vivian. It had been Olivia all along.

My roommate, Keith Kavanaugh, calls himself the "Holy Son of Frost". On the very first day we meet, he insists that the air conditioner in our dorm room must stay on until October, and the temperature can never go above 50°F. He claims, "A mystic says I'm the Holy Son of Frost, so I have a rare physique. I can only live in cool environments of 50°F at most." He even starts live-streaming, and his "special condition" instantly attracts a huge following. Meanwhile, I'm sitting right in front of the AC vent, so I'm shivering all over from the cold. I quickly turn the temperature up, but he immediately turns it back down and even locks the remote in his cabinet. "We're all educated college students here. Why are you so selfish?" he questions. Faced with his unreasonable accusation, I hold back my anger and try to reason with him. "We're in the north region. The weather here is cool enough in September. There's no need to set the AC this low. But if you insist, I can switch spots with you…" Keith cuts me off impatiently, "Are you crazy? Who sleeps right in front of the AC vent? What if I get sick from it? No one else has a problem. Why are you the only one making a fuss? Let me warn you—I'll melt from the heat. If you make me uncomfortable during my stay, I'll have you kicked out!" I realize there's no reasoning with him, so I plan to contact the dorm counselor to switch rooms. But Keith beats me to it! He goes to her first, records a video, and even posts it online. He accuses me, a local student, of being selfish and bullying him, someone who is from out of town. Just then, a new post suddenly appears on the campus forum. The poster writes, "My roommates are too wasteful. One guy washes his hair every day, and he even uses running water. He even takes a shower after every training session! Meanwhile, I can wash my whole body with just one damp towel. "And the worst part of this is that they want to kick me out after I made an itemized bill to split expenses. These cheapskates are always taking advantage of me. I'm looking for a high-quality dorm to take me in." My eyes light up instantly. He's the one!

What happened next, made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. After having some sort of argument, he started hitting and kicking her. Conri could feel the anger and frustration build inside him with every punch… After what felt like an eternity, he stopped and walked away, leaving her on the ground, bleeding. Everything became hazy around her, and she did not even try to get up. After he had left, she still laid on the ground, not moving. She just closed her eyes and gave herself some time to heal… Tala was not sure for how long she laid there, she was already fully healed, she just did not want to get up. Something moved closer to her, and she jumped up. She turned around and saw one the most gorgeous, powerful, muscled man she has ever laid eyes on. She did not know men like that existed… Her father never let her go anywhere... He asked her a few questions, not understanding why he was interested in her at all… The more she heard his voice, the more her body reacted. This feeling inside her was very new to her and she did not know how to control it. She felt herself become aroused and she was still a virgin! She wanted him, she found him very attractive, and her inner wolf was screaming to come out. There was something about this wolf, something that made Tala scared, yet excited all at the same time. She had to get away from him… He would never be interested in someone like her anyway and she could not dare to think like that at all… She turned around and started walking very quickly back to the camp. For she knew she was already promised to someone else…

After being enslaved for fourteen months, she was chosen as the Prince's personal slave. Of course she's heard about him. The cold hearted prince the entire kingdom wouldn't stop gossiping about. Then, her fairytale world is crumbled to dust. All hope of freedom gone as hate flashes from all corners, together with pain and distress. How would she survive? Will there be a little glint of hope for her? Or maybe her hope is..... Encouragement is all need dear readers. I'm sure you can all give that. Join me in this exciting long ride. Thank y'all.

Cathwulf Ulria is an ordinary girl that was imprinted accidentally by an Alarick Pack's next-in-line Alpha, Theodulf Alarick. An Imprint is known to be a life bond between lovers and it is permanent. His uncle plans to overthrow him, by scheming to create a scandal that will tarnish his reputation and eliminate his chances to become the heir and the Alpha of the Alarick Pack.She was mistaken as a high class prostitute and was brought to his penthouse in a famous condo. He sent his henchmen to drug his drink. Drunk and horny, he had sex with her then things just went from bad to worse. From there, she discovers a strange hickey. Which has more risk? Working together against a common enemy who is much closer to the Alpha or falling for the Alpha? or both?

She believes he had the saviour trait when he stood over the rain, his hand stretched out, offering his fur coat as shelter as he wrapped her in his arms, guiding her away from her bleak life that just ended. Not knowing that he was the beast, that clawed with his fangs and long nails like a vulture until he wasted her silently. "You will be my wife..." Turned out to be her worst nightmare.

A young lady, Lucia, was adopted by grandpa James when she was a teenager. She was taught to become the heiress of her foster family, but she had to hide her identity, from the public. Why? Hugh was assigned as Lucia's bodyguard, by grandpa James, but he hid his real identity from Lucia after he made a deal with grandpa James. He left his pack because of the promise he made to Licia, and also because he didn't want to become Alpha. What will happen when Lucia finds out about Hugh's identity? What will happen when Lucia's identity is revealed? What are the hidden dangers in their love story?