Novel & Cerita Alien Fanfiction

“You have always been such a sweet and loving girl, Alaia. Too bad my son is a complete idiot. I swear he gets that from his father. Anyway...I’m ready now. Bring her in, Alexi.” Alexi walked over to me and took my hand before bringing it up to his lips. Lauren looked at us like an exhibit at the zoo before it finally clicked for her. She gasped and dramatically slapped her hand over her mouth. “It’s, Alaia. Is she your mate? Please tell me you’re not playing with me right now. My heart couldn’t take it.” “My Angel agreed to give us, to give me, another chance. She is mine, and I am hers.”

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

“Thanks, babe.” Alex’s jaw tightened, and suddenly, I felt like I was being stretched between two very different worlds. One calm and safe. The other chaotic and thrilling. And I didn’t know which one I wanted more. Of course, Ava wasn’t about to let me get away with pretending everything was normal. She caught me after school, practically skipping down the hall like she’d just discovered treasure. “You’re in trouble,” she sang. “I already know,” I muttered. “No, like real trouble. Do you realize people are actually starting to ship you and Jason? There’s a fan account. With edits.”

“Damien, I know you say it’s complicated, but I’m tired of being your secret. I want to be the one beside you. Not her. Not your past. Me.” I scoffed so hard I nearly choked. “Oh wow,” I said aloud, voice dripping with fake awe. “She writes fanfiction about her own affair. That’s dedication.” And before the salesgirl could respond, I let the letter slip from my fingers right into the still-wet cologne puddle. I turned to face her, her eyes wide as saucers. “Maybe,” I said with a dazzling smile, “you should get someone to clear this room. Wouldn’t want anyone to think I'm making a mess on purpose.”

Something about her called to the darkness within me; it desperately wanted to push her out of the comfort zone she hid within and ruffle those angelic feathers of hers! But it was more than that; with her fingers exploring my junk, teasing and provoking me with those sultry kisses and open taunts, I wanted to devour her and relish in each and every one of her glorious curves. However, I wanted her to see ME and want me like she did Damien. He and I were a team; I knew she had accepted the cocky alpha's son and his wolf; why would I be any different?

Whenever she tried to push thoughts of their confrontation away, they were only replaced by other thoughts, thoughts of what might have happened if she hadn’t fallen out of favor with the rest of the Alpha pack, if she had still been friends with Suzen and even Layon. She remembered all too well how Reebah had once told her she’d overheard their father’s talking about a possible union between her and Layon. Reebah had been so excited, exclaiming at the fact that if it were to actually happen then they would have been sisters. “Yeah, right,” Angel thought aloud, rolling her eyes and cursing herself for even thinking of such things now. Back then she had laughed aloud at Reebah's excitement, h

And since Pheia came from a modern world where homosexual relationships are so blatant, she is sure what this is. She just let her best friend travel through her fantasies for a minute until she can't keep with it anymore so she tap a little bit hard at Alani's shoulder. Alani then woke up from her stupor and apologized to Pheia. She immediately looked at the other side as if trying to hide her blushing cheeks. Pheia chuckled at her gesture but just didn't comment.

I saved the document, slammed the laptop shut, and threw myself onto my bed with a groan that probably woke the tap-dancing guy upstairs. “Why can’t real life have werewolves?” I whispered to the ceiling fan. “Just one. One decent alpha who doesn’t ghost after he finds out you like pineapple on pizza.” My phone buzzed. Mia. Mia: Trivia tomorrow? u in? Me: working late. maybe next time Mia: ur always working late or “writing ur spicy wolf books” live a little!! Me: My wolves are living enough for both of us. She sent back three eye-rolls and a string of hearts. Mia’s the only one who knows I write. She calls it my “sexy fursona hobby.” I call it cheaper than therapy.

She'd find herself smirking and blushing at the fond memory. The excitement of having a sexy session in school with her brother was so great Angelica wished it would become part of their normal routine. Over the weekend before their last week of high school, she imagined being with Roman in that little abandoned room again, performing the lewdest of acts of perversion that she could dream up. She'd envision performing oral sex on her brother, and then being penetrated to the depths of her sweet cherry, and she even indulged in the fantasy of Roman forcing his substantial manhood inside her tight little asshole. She'd blush at the bawdy mental images as her brother polished her clit and cares

I have tried to fight the feeling because of our age difference, but even though she is way younger than I, I couldn´t help but feel attracted to her. Angela D´Angelo, the Lycan princess who stole my heart when she greeted me years ago. She was merely a kid, and I was a young man overcoming the trauma of my upbringing and shortcomings. Time has passed, and we have been toying with the idea of us being together until now, when the concept is not a mere figment of our imaginations but a possibility, and I can´t wait for what the future holds.