Bendy And The Ink Machine Fanfiction

A young widow is given one more chance at life when her life is reversed back in time using a time travel machine that had been her late husband's father's life's work, way before she was forced into an arranged marriage. But what does the new trip in time hold for her, especially when she meets her then husband in a new setting, and sees him in a different light, bearing in mind that he is already dead? And how fast is a whirlwind romance when she has to go back to her place in time to an empty bed? "You don't...look like someone who has a long time to live." I said to him, watching as his gaze became a little sad. "I guess when you live right, you don't need to."

"You ignore me, you don't want me, you don't touch me, you don't fuck me, and then you come at me with this weak threat just because I danced with someone else at the party?" I managed to push out the words, "Let's face it, you're not going to do a damn thing and just keep playing saint-maybe your machine has rusted after all these years of being without a mate." His jaw tensed, and his fingers dug into my skin, but then a low, husky chuckle escaped him. "You really enjoy pushing boundaries, don't you?" His free hand traced a slow path down between us and he suddenly cupped my pussy causing a gasp to slip past my lips, "Just so you know, Poppet-I have a lot of respect for you, but in the next hour, I'm going to make you forget that I ever respected you at all." Before I could retort, his lips brushed against my ear, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Brace yourself-because I am about to fuck you like my whore and I'll show you just how well this machine still fucking works." *** When Aurora Steel's mate cheats on her with her best friend just before their mating ceremony, her world shatters. But....Just as she hits rock bottom, a familiar face reappears in their pack-the Alpha of BloodFang Legion, Jaxon Blackwood, her father's friend, and...the crush she'd long buried. And suddenly it seems there is no better choice for revenge against her cheating mate than letting a hot, cold, and older alpha fuck her. But in the world of revenge, betrayal, illicit desires, and forbidden temptation, an affair hidden from everyone with an Alpha like Jaxon is anything but a wise choice, isn't it? Especially when Jaxon'd enemies were after him.

"In the shadows of fate, blood is the ink that writes the prophecy. No matter how hard you fight it, destiny flows through your veins." Her blood was like liquid fire; it attracts and destroys, but what if it attracts the wrong and destroys the good? Gwen had always thought there was nothing particular about her. She was just a normal she-wolf living with her grandma who restricted her from most things for unknown reasons and a best friend whom she wasn't so sure considered her as one. Then she met her mate, a blue-eyed male whom she was supposed to live the rest of her life with was already mated to another and lied to her face without remorse. Then her grandma died, leaving her with tons of questions. Now Gwen could only find the answers on her own. Was she just a normal white wolf with a moon mark on her head or was she the magnet that attracts nothing but trouble and destruction? Find out more in Blood Prophecy.

She built her company from nothing. He built an empire out of breaking others. When eco-tech CEO Elena Grant wakes up to headlines announcing a hostile takeover, she swears she'll never let billionaire tycoon Damian Cross steal more than her business. But the board has other plans: to save the company, they must co-lead for six months. Forced into late-night strategy sessions, high-stakes investor retreats, and press conferences where their smiles are as sharp as their words, Elena and Damian discover a dangerous attraction simmering beneath their rivalry. But Damian has secrets-ones that could destroy Elena's reputation and everything she's fought for. And in a world where deals are signed in ink but sealed behind closed doors, passion may cost them more than either can afford. Enemies. Partners. Lovers? In business, there are rules. In love, there's only risk.

I thought I was walking into a deal. Thirty days to obey him. Please him. Let him own my body in exchange for enough money to breathe again. But Damien Voss doesn’t just want obedience. He wants surrender. Cold. Possessive. Sinfully rich. He doesn’t want a girlfriend, he wants a good girl to break. When he says kneel, I kneel. When he says, “Please, Daddy.” I say it. But I didn’t read the fine print. Hidden cameras. Secret files. A contract with darker clauses than ink can show. And now, what I thought was control has become a cage. I should’ve never signed it. Because Damien Voss doesn’t let go. I’m not just his. I’m Sinfully His.

You think that iron gate was the warning? Baby, that was just the foreplay. Fire and Fang only gets hotter, dirtier, and far more dangerous from here. Lily isn’t just wandering into a dark estate—she’s about to be devoured. Link is all muscle, ink, and a mouth that promises ruin. And when he takes her? It’s not sweet—it’s filthy, rough, and fucking addictive. But she won’t just be his. Salma’s hands? Her mouth? They’ll show Lily just how good it feels to be wanted by more than one. To be touched everywhere—together. This isn’t about falling in love. This is about being worshipped, owned, wrecked. About waking up dripping, breathless, still aching for more. If you’re ready for bodies crashing, teeth sinking, and heat that doesn’t let up—keep turning the pages. Because, darling, the real sin is just getting started.

Can you imagine having the world's worst bachelorette party in Vegas? Waking up the next morning with no memory of the night before, with three diamond rings on your fingers, in a penthouse full of strangers, with two of your friends missing, one pregnant by a stranger and suspected of the overdose death of another of your friends? It becomes a challenge to reveal the truth behind a blurred memory and illegal marriage records with three strangers, while you are about to get married. And a dangerous secret waited for me on the other side. How long could it take you to go from being an illegal wife to a killing machine? ─────── ✿ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ ‧ NOTE: COMMENTING outside, on the cover of the book, is important for the work to be more recognized. Leaving comments inside the book, between chapters, is great. However, the reviews, already as I pointed out, will be weighty for the growth of the story. Please comment outside on the cover.

Ivy Sinclair never expected her father's last desperate move to be selling her off like a pawn—to the coldest billionaire in Manhattan. Lucien Blackwood doesn't believe in love. But he believes in power, and marrying Ivy gives him just that—until the fire in her eyes threatens to melt the ice around his heart. Their vows are signed in ink and built on lies. She’s determined to protect her soul. He’s hiding demons that could destroy them both. But what starts as a calculated business arrangement spirals into a dangerous obsession. Secrets bleed. Betrayals burn. And when the past comes back with blood on its hands, their fragile union may be the only thing standing between survival and ruin. He owns her name. She could own his heart. But only if they don’t destroy each other first. In this house of fortune, love is the most dangerous currency.

Jessica came to her senses under the bed of her fiancé and good friend’s, regaining her IQ, and couldn’t go back ever since. The douchebag: “Jessica, prepare a birthday gift to celebrate my dad’s birthday.” “Sorry, now I am the chairman, it is him who should pay tribute!” Jessica’s scum girlfriend: “Jessica, can you let me host the marriage show?” “You said that you haven’t experienced the pure love, so don't even think about it!” Jessica tore off the fake masks of the scumbags’ and turned to a pair of ink eye pupils: “It does feel cool to slap others, but don’t forget what your identity is!” “What identity?" Christian Maddox held her waist lightly, his face without missing a beat: “You should ask the little prince in your belly...”

"Fvck you. Get off me now!" He towers over me and his hands move under the covers, going higher and higher until I gasp. No matter how I want to push him away and stomp on his body, I can't. The heat and pleasure coming from his touch makes me go crazy. "Get off me, you dimwit." Through the heat, I force out words and I close my eyes as I moan when his lips descend on my neck, teasing and nibbling. "Oh goddess. Why won't you get off me." I try to push him off, in the mist of pleasure and he looks down at me with hooded eyes. My back touches the headboard when I shift backwards but he drags me back to himself by my ankle. "I am the King, Minerva. That means what I say goes." "Well, you can go fvck yourself or better yet, let your other mate do that for you." He climbs over me with his hands on each side of my head. Luckily, the heat is subsiding due to our close range. "I've told you a thousand time. I don't want you, I need you." "Fucker! I've told you a zillion times, I don't want to be your baby making machine, you stupid son of a mammoth-" He immediately shuts me up with a deep kiss, exploding my insides. ~~~~ It's every she-wolf's dream to be the mate of the wolf king but not Minerva's. She didn't plan to even know him, she didn't bargain to become a second mate, or a baby making machine to the King who has an unusual plan set up in his head; neither did she plan to be a hybrid. He finally found a way to break her... But they were so unconcerned about the brewing evil.