Novel & Cerita Ash X Cynthia Fanfiction

"Don't tell me to stop, Ash, because that is never happening." "No, I wasn't planning to say that. I… I just want you to fuck me as you wish. I have decided that today will be the most memorable day in my life. Our life." "Just what I want to hear." He fixed it in, staring deep into her eyes. "I might not take it easy with you, Ash, but trust me, you're gonna thank me later." "I think I am beginning to love it already." Xavier places her hands above her head, locking it in his so she won't be able to struggle. He made the first thrust, Ashley felt his dick touch her womb. And when he continued doing it again and again, Ashley got to understand that she was actually experiencing the real blue

"Two hundred years ago, a lycan of royal descent and a cat shifter were mated. The Lycans were not happy as they wanted the royal line to remain fresh. The cat shifter named Diana had a witch father. It was said that he sought power over many supernatural beings and was most delighted with the mate bond between his daughter and the Lycan, but unfortunately, war broke out between the two species, and Diana was killed. Her father was so vengeful that he swore revenge on all the Lycans and he promised to bring his daughter who, like him, was blinded by power, back to life, more dreadful and powerful. The poor Lycan, maddened by grief over the loss of his mate, committed suicide and joined her i

He dragged out the word and then laughed at the funny sound. "Randolph, you feel good, don't you?" Sinclair asked. "Yes," he answered without thinking. He was simply floating now. "I can make it feel even better if you just say yes or no." "Yes or no." Belishaw snickered like a schoolboy now, and the voice inside his head did too. Sinclair's black eyes turned reddish-gold with anger. He grabbed a scalpel from the table and slashed Belishaw's cheek. Pain tore through him, far sharper than he expected.

I said. Shaun leaned closer to me and landed a kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes and let myself be drown to this amazing sensation I'm feeling right now. I felt so much happiness, my heart could burst. "I can't wait to see and explore the kingdom with you, Austin," he said, his lips still touching my forehead. I could feel his breath against my skin, it makes my face to burn up. "Oh come on! I told you to respect some single souls! This cruel lovebirds!" Grey shouted from a distance, stomping his feet on the ground like a child.

Far across the hospital, Arman sat beside his window writing another chapter of a life that had never happened. And for the first time, Aisha found herself wondering not whether the story was true. But why someone needed it so desperately.

"It's fine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabel. I think we could be friends." I smiled. Being friends sounded great. With the way things were for me, friendship was all I was really suited for. Time was about up, so Timothy and I left the cafe together. The summer heat outside was brutal, and the sun blazed down. The moment we stepped through the door, my world suddenly started spinning. A loud roaring filled my ears, and my vision went black in waves. Right before I passed out, I thought I saw Cole. He looked anxious, and his lips were moving as if he were saying something.

I had no right to be mad at him, after all he had valid reasons, I just felt so hopeless and angry about the fact that Patty's death would be for nothing. I realized he followed me to the door, but I couldn't react when I opened the door to leave and there was Sasha standing in front of me. All the blood drained from my face as her eyes swept over me in confusion, and then disdain. She scoffed and folded her arms together as her eyes shifted to Cain behind me. “Cain…what the hell is going on?” She asked. They knew each other? Oh my God. I had to get out of here…but she was blocking the way.

My magic was still humming beneath my skin, but the cool night air from the stairwell at least seemed to take the edge off. The cafeteria was mostly empty when I entered, with only a few lingering in the seats with late cups of tea or the last of dessert. In one of the corner tables, Ashleigh Dana sat alone, her hair silver that seemed almost luminous in the dim light, with faint streaks of amethyst swirling through. It caught the light like moonstone. She was nursing a mug of tea, tendrils of steam lazily curling up toward the ceiling. Her eyes flicked to me the second I stepped through the doors, a gleam of recognition in them. She raised one brow in invitation.

Someone undefined by either past trauma or present revenge. My phone buzzed one final time. Alexander again: *Looking forward to tomorrow. The phoenix rises not just from ashes, but toward something greater.* For the first time since the Rose's men had nearly claimed my life, I found myself genuinely curious about what that "something greater" might be.

Arranging her glasses which were perching on her nostrils, she said, “You’re a thousand miles away. What’s going on?” Letting out a low sigh, I leaned back in my chair, my fingers tapping the glass stem in front of me. “It’s Jace. He’s… insistent that I pull out of the plan.” I mouthed. Maren huffed immediately, snapping her laptop closed with more force than necessary. “There he goes again.” “Again?” I blinked, giving her a blank look. Nodding she reached out for her whiskey only to start swirling the liquid in the glass.