Block Tales Ao3 Novels & Stories

I glared at him, “I’m a writer not an artist, you know I can’t draw even if my life depends on it.” He still didn’t look convinced, so I continue eating. No matter how many times I tell him, he just won’t believe it, but come to think of it, Cassiopeia and Xander were not a dream, they are true and alive, and this henna is a proof of it. More questions started to form in my head and it’s starting to give me headache. “Kaia look, can we please take a break from that story?” he pleaded and all I can do is nod weakly. No use in making him believe me now, he’s starting to get irritated.

She hated that it had come from him. By late afternoon, Aria found herself in the Tower library, surrounded by crumbling books and scrolls so old their ink had faded into the parchment. She wasn’t looking for a fairytale. She was looking for facts — histories of bonded pairs like her and Varek, stories of wolves and vampires cursed by the same fate. There weren’t many. Most ended in madness or bloodshed.

I countered smoothly, my eyes darting upward to scan the intricate crown molding of the vaulted ceiling, searching for any glinting lenses. The woman violently ripped her wrist out of my grasp, throwing a deadly, murderous glare at me. But her intimidation meant absolutely nothing. It didn't even bring a single shiver to my spine. And frankly, I hated to admit it, but since the day I was born into this miserable world, Lucien Blackshadows was the only monster capable of striking absolute terror into my soul with a single, freezing stare. "The Alphas will never know," she sneered, tossing her hair back, practically radiating pride over the assumption that her masters were blind to her actions

She draws out the words, eyes glittering with glee. "I am dedicated," I say. "There's a reason I'm not going, it's just... personal." I'm sure that must sound extremely stupid. Beth's eyes twinkle. "Well, I guess not all Enfablers are for life. There are always gonna be wannabes". It's ironic that Beth would say that. She and the other Bs only really got into Fable at the end of last year, but since then they've made up for lost time. The Three Bs are the kinds of girls who give Enfablers a bad name. Sending threats to the boys' girlfriends on Twitter. Hating on other fandoms. Turning fans against each other.

He smiled at me before he played with the cane in his hand. "If you only knew the reason from the very beginning and I knew you would not allow each other in this marriage." He said. Everything they say I couldn’t understand. It was like a poem that no matter how many times I read it I could not understand what it meant to me or what’s the meaning. He waved the cane on the thorn and then whistled. The black wolves stopped because of what he did. Some survivors of the fight even ran away to back to their boss. Belle suddenly exploded ice and they suddenly disappeared. She just left a mess that looked like it was snowing that night. We were all stunned especially at their sudden disappearance.

He was simply handing it to me, the rightful owner. His answer finally clarified my doubts. When I was 18, I set my eyes on the tiara. However, I had no idea who placed an extremely high bid and won the tiara before the auction even started. So, the mysterious bidder turned out to be Dylan. But at that time, how did he know that I would like this present? Dylan explained that when he was 16 years old, he suddenly fainted on the shore of Mirope Island, and the waves had washed him away. I was the one who threw him a lifebuoy and saved his life.

Finally, she asked, “Is that normal?” Tobias considered the question before answering. “Not exactly.” Her stomach tightened. “What does that mean?” He stepped closer, his gaze thoughtful. “There are old stories,” Tobias said slowly. “Very old ones.” “What kind of stories?” “Stories about bonds that don’t break.” Lyra’s breath caught. “That’s impossible.” “Sometimes,” Tobias continued calmly, “when a bond is strong enough, rejection doesn’t weaken it.” “Then what happens?” His expression grew more serious.

I said "What the fuck are even saying Diana do you even hear yourself nothing is fucking possible she might be at work as we speak" "Enough guys," I said as I turned my back on them and started walking back towards where the body was lying "Where are you going, Diana?" "Please don't tell me she's going back there" "Diana stop" I heard Bianca say "Diana, wait up.... stop", Kira also said, and they both started following me, but I didn't wait, and neither did I look back; I instead just kept walking. As I kept walking, the image of the corpse kept flashing back in my brain. The person has a body like Ary, she has fat legs like that of Ary just the face is unknown

My body, Cillian Veyne’s body, still hums with male sensitivity, cock twitching at the memory of last night’s chaos: Ardyn’s possessive thrusts, Kaelen’s obsessive grip, Zane’s needy begs. My fangirl heart’s screaming, I’m living the ultimate BL harem fantasy! But the Shadow Guild’s masked lord is still out there, and this artifact, a glowing obsidian orb tied to realm-shattering magic, has us on edge. Ardyn leads, his golden hair tied back, emerald eyes sharp as he unlocks the vault with a spell. Kaelen’s beside me, his hand brushing my lower back, that obsessive heat still burning in his stormy blue gaze.