Alien Fanfic Novels & Stories

The words land like a slap to my face. “You're so pathetic and desperate for human connection that you'd settle for little crumbs of affection from anything and anyone.” Fenir recoils, actually recoils. “I'm not your emotional support animal,” with each sentence landing on me like a well-deserved slap. “I would rather die than spend another day being the obsession of a broken Alpha.” The restroom door isn't soundproof. I can feel and hear the heartbeats gathered outside. Students are listening. “Let me go, obsessed Alpha” he finishes coldly, “before I get Auriel to remove you from school grounds for the taboo relationship you seem eager to force between us.”

Suddenly, making the man in front of him chuckled loudly. "Seriously?" snapped the man. "You do like Cia, right? So why don't we work together to trap them both?" Viona snapped. Alan took a deep breath. What Vivian said was true. However, Alan's love now is not like when he first met Cia. The silver-haired girl was indeed seductive, but in fact, the other side of her said differently. The woman in red pajamas showing her cleavage in front of him now turned out to be more provoking in his lust.

Chapter 48. BRENDA. I Knew my heart was indeed stupid and I knew I couldn't stop it from liking Allistair but I wanted to. I felt like the fan girl who keeps forcing herself on a guy who doesn't want to have anything to do with her. I fell like those girl's in Telenovela's whose first love is usually the guy who shoves them in not the friend zone but the sisterly zone. Gosh, I wish I could die right now, just staring at him beautiful eyes.

Clutching his side. Our eyes met. He froze. I froze. Recognition slammed into me like a freight train. I knew that face. I’d described it in loving, obsessive detail. Scar over the left eyebrow. Jaw sharp enough to cut glass. Eyes the color of storm clouds just before lightning. Genesis. Prince Genesis of the Silverfang clan. The wounded alpha heir I’d written into a cave scene in chapter five. He was supposed to be half-dead right now. Supposed to be found by the heroine later, after she’d escaped the village raid.

"The Faeries are a mystical race known for their ethereal beauty, enchantment, and connection to the natural world. Analyn, being a descendant of the Fae, possesses these extraordinary powers." I glance at Flutter, who is still looking at me with a mix of annoyance and jealousy. Flutter finally breaks the silence and apologizes for pinching me, "I'm sorry for that. I was just...taken aback. You were looking at Analyn with such admiration, and it made me feel like you didn't care about me anymore." I could see the hurt in her eyes as she turned away from me, unable to look me in the face anymore. I take her hand in mine. "Of course, I care about you more than anything!"

They called the 1st son of a family, they will use the sentence, "Young Master A, or they will directly called him in his name which is A." I hope everyone can remember this so that they are not confused while reading the next chapters . World Background •This story is set in alternative universe & Fiction only, Means this story is not real. •This story Zombie Apocalypse with a touch of fantasy. •This story is BL, Which means it's a Man × Man, Boy × Boy story. •The protagonist of this story is Gay. •There would be sex, Violence, crimes, twisted characters, ects. In this story, so if you are not into this kind of story, don't read it and please kindly leave.

It's all a recipe for creating obsessed stalker fangirls, and the reason that Alastaire's fans – or Alastaire's Angels, as they call themselves - are particularly aggressive and territorial over him. When it comes to fan numbers though, the most popular band member by far is Fable’s lead singer, Felix. Where Alastaire is sun-kissed and light, Felix is all shadows and mystery – his trademark longish dark brown hair, hazel eyes and vampire-pale skin seem to have half the girls in the world under his spell. The fact that he's rude, arrogant and unnervingly cold doesn't seem to matter to his legions of fans. Some girls like jerks. I'm not one of them. I love Fable, but that doesn't extend to eve

fury.Tavian’s jaw clenched.He had wanted to intervene. Had almost stepped forward. But getting between Rhydian and his targets never ended well, and Tavian had learned to pick his battles.He remembered turning back to look at Aurelian one last time before he followed Rhydian into the academy. That look Aurelian gave him was one of a kind. And it only stared a level of interest in him.Slowly, his hand trailed down his chest and stoped right on his navel.He imagined his hand wrapped cautiously around Aurelian’s throat. His body pinning him to the wall. Those violet eyes wide and startled, his lips parted in surprise.“Hmmm,” his wolf, Rain, finally decided to make an entrance after a quiet ret

Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult themes including infidelity, pure sex scenes, dominance/submission, and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised. Recommended for 18+ audiences only. If you’re sensitive to themes of morally gray relationships or taboo dynamics, please proceed with caution. 💮Angel💮 I couldn’t sleep that night. Not after his confession. Not after those promises he made, branding themselves into my mind like fire on skin. And to worsen it, he wasn’t with me. Frustrated and restless, I kicked off the covers and made the most reckless decision of the night. I slipped out of my room and crept toward th

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m