Astrid And Hiccup Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Who hurt you? Tell me who did it and I swear, they won’t live past tonight.” Astrid shakes her head, her fingers curling into my shirt, pulling the fabric tight as she struggles to catch her breath. I noticed that her puffy eyes when she came downstairs earlier. I wanted to ask her about it, then I noticed her jittery behaviour when we got the room. She’s been shifty, shaky and nervous for the past five minutes. Something is not right. Someone spooked my wife. Something is definitely— “I’m sorry!” She suddenly blurts, throwing her arms around my neck, ignoring my wet clothes, wet skin and dripping hair as she buries her face in the crook of my neck. “I’m so, sorry, S-Silvan. Please don’t be

Ethan's POV"Fuck!" I said quietly to myself but with the intended force. Way to go, seriously, now Astrid will no longer see me as only an enemy, but a pervert and a cheat too. But the truth was that no matter how hard I tried, I could not stop staring at her boobs. They were so firm and so... inviting. I could barely control myself around her. I wanted to fling whatever white piece she used to cover herself and bend her down to her knees. But I couldn't, and I allowed the mental image leave my head immediately because she was not my woman. 'Keep telling yourself that' an inner mind whispered to me, and I cussed even more.I had to walk into my room and convinced myself that Astrid wasn't min

I said, tapping my fingers against the desk. He nodded slowly, eyes still on the screen. "Shortly after your breakup—let's say a day or two—Astrid was attacked in her apartment by masked men," he said. I sat up straighter. "What?" I asked, surprised. She was attacked? "Yeah. She was hit, stabbed... almost bled to death before the men left." He glanced up at me, gauging my reaction. "You don’t know about this?" he asked. A muscle ticked in my jaw.

He knew she could dance, but she kept stepping on him. They switched partners again, and Andrew whispered in Astrid's ear, "If you step on me one more time, you won't like what will happen next."Andrew said, which made Astrid smile. 'What can you do in a place filled with prestigious people?' Astrid thought and decided to step on him and see his next move. Astrid stepped on him and smiled. She was about to say sorry, but Andrew crashed his lips on hers and held her waist tightly so she wouldn't move.

Nadia called, snapping me out of my lust haze, and I turned to see her bouncing on her seat excitedly, asking me for permission. I didn’t know when I nodded. Nadia was just as captivated by Aidan as I was because, within the next millisecond, she was flying through the air straight into Aidan’s arms. Dare I say that I missed Aidan?

Author's POV “Remember you said there must be a reason why I approached you?” Astrid reminded Adams, looking down at him with a pleased smile. After all, she has got what she wanted already. She had her own plans all along. Kept it from Kaira as well. She didn’t just want to help Adams gain power; she wanted something much bigger as the process of helping Adams will bring her what she wanted. She wanted her daughter, Harper, to live a healthy life once again. Who had been cursed because of Astrid’s careless experiments with dark magic, and the sickness had clung to daughter for centuries.

However, its transient pleasure terrified me when I contemplated permanently breaking free from its grip. “And you can fu*k other women?” I asked as my fingers ran over his lips. “Besides you, I don’t think there’s any other woman I could ever want. I can’t even look at any other female if she doesn’t carry the same scent as you. I WANT YOU, ASTRID. I love you.” I hungrily sucked on his lips, and he grasped my ass as I climbed on his lap. “You’re dripping wet,” he exclaimed as he got down on me and spread my pussy lips with his fingers.

I start, but Astrid sets her hand on mine again, giving a little shake of her head. “Let him think for a second. This is what he does.” She squeezes my hand encouragingly and I nod, watching Brock pace back and forth angrily. Astrid leans toward me, dropping her voice to a whisper. “Next time you want me to try to catch a vision, maybe leave out the porno,” she teases, winking. “What?” I snap, my face heating with embarrassment. Shit, was she able to see everything I thought about from last night?

Hunter hisses, “It's a sheer misapprehension.” “Your misapprehension has left our top dancer traumatized, please leave.” Traumatized? Top dancer, he's not making any sense here. Yuri and Devon lead me outside the club despite my protests, letting me go when I no longer threaten to get back inside the room. “What's wrong with you?” Devon frowns. “You need to calm down, Capo.” Yuri glares, “What's gotten into you.” “That was my wife, you saw her.” Yuri shakes his head, “No. She isn't your wife Adrian, that's a stripper, she nothing like my sister.”

Signed, sealed, delivered. My relief lasts about half a second—until the very person I’m trying to avoid slides out of the oversized SUV Edric arrived in. Of course. Astrid always makes sure every inch of her is on display. This time it’s leather—tight, gleaming, hugging every curve. She glides over on impossibly high heels, her face painted in insult and outrage. “How dare you,” she snarls, storming toward me. “You fucking bastard.” “Don’t interrupt,” Edric snaps, spinning on her. “You kept vital information regarding this situation to yourself. We’ll have to discuss that.”