Novel & Cerita Ai Fanfiction

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

The man smiled and said, “Is Arianna at home?” Daniel, who was still shocked, nodded. “I am Fai, by the way!” Fai told him and walked inside. “Where’s she?” “She has been sick since yesterday. She is in her room” Daniel walked behind Fai Fai walked to Anna’s room. Daniel decided to leave them to talk, so he went back to the kitchen. Fai stepped in her room, seeing she was lying down on the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, caressed her hair. Anna slowly opens her eyes and finds Fai staring at her full of love.

“Even though it’s me from whom he asks for money to buy those gifts. So, yes, I won’t dip my finger in your personal affairs. I love love. Only love will save this world, not Superman, not the Avengers, only love. If you like Layla, I will even give you advice on how to pursue her.” “Give it to me.” “Give it to me,” Anika mimicked him. “Without an ounce of hesitation.” She chuckled. “Add her on F******k,” interact with her there,” she advised. “She’s a bit obsessed with F******k, I think. And don’t be surprised if you’ll find your pictures on her account, she’s been reading Internet articles about you.” You’re friends on F******k?” “Yes.” “We’re friends on F******k, she should know that so w

Damien would do it for sure. All I said was it was going to be an arranged marriage. When I was done with my narrating of the story, she nodded thoughtfully. I sighed lying for the first time to Cassandra and being successful in selling it to her. She always caught.. "You have got jokes, Eden. Damien is obviously not an arranged marriage material. That one month prince guy who never happened to be found with the same girl after a month is doing an arranged marriage! Don't try to fool me." Cassandra raised her voice at last, "I already heard it but you better not take me as Brenda."

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That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

Afgan exclaimed without hesitation. His words made Aiyana laugh out loud. “Adelia? You've only had a fever once and you've lost your mind? So you're misremembering? I'm Aiyana! Look carefully! Open your eyes, Afgan!” Aiyana raised her voice and folded her arms under her chest. “You still want to lie to me? You're my Adelia!” Afgan exclaimed and was about to approach Aiyana, but she immediately stood up and tried to get away.

2 - It’s Not Going to Lick Itself Aiden There are times in my life that I wished I wasn’t me, Aiden Stone. Like opening the door and seeing Ivy, my little petal, after such a long time. My first thought on seeing her was, ‘It must be a dream.’ A very weird dream. Where her clothes were soaked, chocolate hair dripping with water, her bright blue eyes red and puffy, mascara running down her cheeks. My second thought was that she had been crying, and I wanted to do terrible things to the person who had made her cry.