Accelerator Fanfic Novels & Stories

she warned as she hit the accelerator. The force of the acceleration pushed me back into my seat as the Lamborghini surged forward, its engine roaring like a beast unleashed. Soni's laughter echoed through the air, a joyful, uninhibited sound that was both captivating and terrifying. I gripped the armrests tightly, my knuckles white with tension, as Soni took the corners with a precision that was both impressive and hair-raising.

Alicia’s POV Acker spoke with a graveness not normally heard from him. “I give you my word, love. I’d sooner burn my company and mafia to the ground than to hurt one hair on their heads,” he promised. “Nor would I ever want to hurt you.” The tension between us was palpable and I swallowed, trying to not show how affected I was by just a little touch from him, or his words, or his closeness to me. Just like Mikael was very good at riling me up, Acker seemed to have a knack for calming me down. I couldn’t explain it.

Ace interjected abruptly, drawing me closer and sealing his words with a kiss. As his lips met mine, my body tensed, but my mind raced at lightning speed. Ace's tongue swept deeper into my mouth, exploring fervently, as if searching for a missing piece. His grip tightened around my waist. My heart pounded against my ribcage, a warmth glowing in the pit of my stomach, and then common sense kicked in. I pushed Ace away with all my strength, but he was stronger, so my shove only made him break the kiss. He took a few steps back, a challenge still lingering in his eyes.

he chuckled, and I had to muster up all my strength not to vomit. “You sick sadistic pig,” I spat. He blew me a wicked kiss like he was mocking me. I felt my phone vibrate. I glimpsed at my phone screen. Ace sent me a message, telling me he was on his way, and then the service vanished. No signal! I did the next best thing, I pressed record, there was still enough juice to get something on him and I laid the phone on the counter. “I have been fantasizing about your pussy for four fucking years. I should have taken you a long time ago.”

As a result, knowing how the most up-to-date marketing method (SMM) could affect and help hotel chains is significant. The remaining paper is organized in the following structure: Part 1 includes the definition of SM, SMM and hotel chain. It also is comprised of the dimension, advantage and disadvantage of SMM, and its connection with the hotel chain. Next, part 2 contains the detailed explanation of the function and effect of SMM relating to hotel chain. Then part 3 presents some suggestions regarding the usage of SMM in the hotel chain. At last, a conclusion is presented to summarize the main points of this essay.

she whined not liking the fact that he stopped her half way “Veronica, we have a company here” he informed and turn his gaze to the bar attendant who stood near the counter with glances at them “So what? I really need to get down with you right now” she protested and pull in again this time she didn’t give him time to push her off but make him embrace her closer. **** The mansion gate opened and Veronica drove into the mansion, as she drove to the spacious car park in the building, she noticed Kyler's black Lamborghini Veneno.

Jayden gasped, voice hoarse. Alex growled and shifted his angle, grinding deep, clearly hitting Jayden’s prostate on every thrust. “That’s it baby. Take it like a good little slut.” The jealousy that hit me was vicious. Akex—the one guy I had secretly wanted for years, the one I fantasized about late at night—was senselessly and shamelessly fucking the hell outta my best friend's hole.

Ace muttered darkly when he was done with the task of exposing my legs all the way to my hips. --To be continued… Please support my other works: Forbidden Heat, The Alpha Prince's Purchased Maid, Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion, Lust Contracts, and Conquering the Emperor

...|<><>|...|<><>|... . |Rican| I pressed the accelerator and sped up my car, feeling the engine roar as it responded to my demand for speed. The world outside the windows blurred into a dizzying mix of colors and shapes, but inside the car, everything felt numb and chaotic. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white, yet I could barely feel them. Sia, my love, my friend, my one and only support, had walked out of my life. She was gone, driven away by the lies and deceit spun by that stripper, Alessa.

"Alpha Rowan, you must understand," my father was saying urgently as the physical feedback loop in my skull settled enough for my tracking senses to function. "Acacik can display a highly independent streak when his territorial instincts are pushed, but I assure you that you need not record any juvenile rebellion—"