Chris Brown Fanfiction List Novels & Stories

Did I just perv, on my brother, I mean I’ve always said we never really felt like brother and sister more just the best of friends but still, ew. Just then one of Damon’s friends walked in, Chris. Now Chris was undeniably handsome, even I could admit to that, although I was never actually attracted to him for some reason, definitely never had the same pervy thoughts I just had about Damon – still ew. Chris was tall, tanned, blonde hair, blue eyes, covered in tattoos, every girl in school pined for him, I felt bad for him, I was gonna have to tell him that dad made me beta today and not him. He was the natural choice after all and Damon’s best friend. He laughed on his approach, “haha! What’s

Sarah asked Brianna took another endearing sigh, rolling her eyes before she looked over towards Sarah "He thinks Chris has the hots for me.... can you believe that? He literally asked me if something was going on between us. God, (she sneers) I can't believe him. How can he think there is something going on between Chris and I? He's like...... a brother to me."

, I said, hoping to convince him. He pushed me, as I landed on the floor, tears brimming down my face. He squatted in front of me, as I felt my heartache. "You know what, you are pathetic falling for a handsome person like me. I know you never wrote any fantasy in that book of yours, but I know what you want", Chris said, whose eyes stating something else. " You want to be touched, or rather kiss, obsess, and give in to those sexual cravings of yours. You are nothing but a pretender", he stated, as I completely lost it.

I smirked. "This bitch!" Chris shouted, then sighed dramatically. "I need a better-looking man. Make it Tanya but male." "Tanya is as close to a man as you're going to get in this life, Chris," Robbie said without missing a beat. "Ah, I'm so lonely," Chris moaned, tossing himself dramatically back onto the bed and throwing his arm over his eyes like a dying Victorian widow.

He caught my arm and hissed, "Let's go." "But . . . but---" "No," he cut me off and swept me off my feet while I hurled abuses and trashed in his arms. * * * A/N : Saving Brownie is ranking higher! It's currently 8th in the what's hot list, please do vote if you're liking this story since it would really help me!

I leaned back on my palms boldly as Chris came between my legs, his breath hitched audibly and his eyes locked on my exposed cunt as though it were the only thing in existence. Chris gripped his cock and dragged the thick head of his cock along my hot and insistent slit, smearing my wetness across his shaft and teasing me with every slow stroke. Outside, I knew Xander was listening. I wanted him to. I closed my eyes for just a second, and in the dark behind my lids, I imagined his cock, not Chris’s, gliding along my folds, teasing me, smearing my wetness across his thick length. When I opened my eyes again, I saw him there, his face replacing Chris’s, his need burning into me. The fantasy al

They seem calm, so who or what caused that? “OK WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO. WHEN I FIND THE TWO OF YOU, I AM GONNA KILL YOU.” I hear Chris yell. He comes barreling through the trees. Well, I guess they did get one last person before the weather let up. He has a rainbow extension in his hair and has on the sluttiest dress I have ever seen. They also put make-up on his face. Very slutty looking make-up. Both Blake and I start laughing. I look around, and Mykenzie and Kylani are gone. Dustin and Kaleb come running out of the house. They stop dead in their tracks when they see Chris. Guess he is not as immune from his sister’s pranks as he thought he was. They double over laughing.

“You want me to attend your ex-boyfriend's engagement party, pretend to be your boyfriend, make him jealous, and then disappear afterward.” “When you say it like that, it sounds bad.” “It is bad.” I smiled despite myself. Daniel smiled back. That was the problem with him. He was too easy to look at. He was twenty-five, three years older than me, with dark hair, warm brown eyes, and the kind of smile that made it difficult to remember what I was saying. “So,” he said, “what are the rules?” I folded my hands on the table. “No real feelings.” “Fair.”

“Derek… we can’t keep doing this. Chris is right there. He’s been nothing but good to me. Loving. Patient. And I’m out here betraying him like it’s nothing.” He chuckled low, that cocky rumble vibrating through his chest. He pulled my panties to the side and pushed two thick fingers deep inside me, stirring his own cum. “But you still came running though. This pussy staying greedy as hell. Listen to how wet you sound. Chris is out there being Mr. Perfect Husband and you’re under here getting finger-fucked with another man’s load. Goodness knows that’s some cold work.” Tears stung my eyes even as pleasure sparked up my spine.

Her father marrying someone younger than she was and willing all his properties to her, Clinton who only stayed with her for her father’s mother and cheated on her with the lady who bore a son for her father and then Bryan cheating on her with her bestfriend? She could not be patient for one second, nor did she ever want to see Bryan’s face. “We can try to make those who made us victims become the victims themselves, that’s… such a genius move” Chris baritone voice reminded her that she was still in the hospital room. Her soul had travelled far across boaders “Huh?” She was trying to piece together what Chris was saying. “Yeah, that’s a very smart move, you know” he turned to Alexa, smiling.