Club Penguin Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Crying out with rapture, I close my eyes and let the kaleidoscope of stars burst behind my eyes. Once my body settles, I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. Even though I just climaxed, my body is still ready for more. I want Penelope. Without another thought, I rise from my bed, wash up and slip into one of my comfortable suits. I don’t think about what I’m about to do. No, I’m beyond thinking. It’s too much. I want her, and it’s slowly eating away at me. It doesn’t take me long to get to the club. I walk confidently through the club and search through the crowd until I spot her. She’s sitting at a corner table, her hand beneath her chin as she gazes into the dancing crowd. There are emp

FORTY MINUTES LATER~ SIN CLUBHOUSE The club was booming with loud music , both boys and girls were going wild and some were even making out in public space. On one of the tables were Leah and some other professors. It was so obvious that Leah was uncomfortable but couldn't leave, professor Clark had deceived her and made her come to a clubhouse instead of a bar and the funniest part was that Leah was the one female professor between them the other were males. She had tried to leave when she saw she was tricked but they talked her into staying and said the other female professors had bailed out saying they had other things to do and that is why Leah was the only female between the six men.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Bored wife goes to a club with her friends and the unexpected occurs.. NB: This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and impregnation. In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carried away with the details. eNJOY... >>>>>>

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.

Jules was skating lazy circles near the blue line, showing off that flashy stick-handling that made the scouts drool, and he looked so damn good in our colors that it made my chest swell with a sick, possessive pride. But that pride quickly turned to feral, blinding irritation when Michigan’s captain, a massive, dirty-playing defenseman named Kaelen, skated past Jules and deliberately clipped his ankles with his stick. Jules stumbled, catching himself on the boards, and Kaelen just laughed, shouting something trashy over his shoulder that I couldn't hear but definitely understood. Something inside me just snapped. It was a violent, primal crack in my chest, and suddenly, the roar of the crow

“Well, we just came back from the run and I was shifting back and I smelled peanut butter cups and fresh rain and I saw Phoebe. As I started walking towards her, the scent intensified. But then she stopped in front of me and said ‘mate’ and then she zapped my arm.” I can honestly say I have never seen a man laugh quite as hard as Clive did in that moment. He turned his head towards Phoebe and said, “Well little sister, it seems the reason you hadn’t found your mate was he’s a bit younger and an American until recently. Kenneth, my apologies, I didn’t even think to tell you fellows that you could possibly find your fated mates tonight.”

Their enthusiastic chatter was a soothing balm to my rattled nerves, a much-needed distraction from the enigma that was my day. I blinked at my friends in surprise, my brain taking a moment to process Cathy's words. "Clubbing? Tonight?" I asked, my voice echoing my disbelief. In all my years at the wolf kingdom, clubbing in the human multiverse was something we'd only ever dreamt about, discussing it in hushed whispers late into the night. "Yes, Kiara! We've been planning this for weeks. Tonight's the night we're going to have a blast in the human multiverse. Earth has the best clubs, you know!" Cathy exclaimed, her eyes lighting up at the thought.

he said. My teeth angrily clash against themselves more at the mention of a clubhouse. ‘Sterling Clubhouse?’ A place that's none different from whores slum. Where male wolves, either mateless, unmated, or bereaved, could randomly visit for a horny girl to clench their thirst. How dare Elena go into that flirty place with another man? *END OF FLASHBACK* “Hey!” A young girl with sandy hair walked up to me when my eyes met hers while I was looking around the place in search of Elena.

Winter winked in her direction. They booked a cab to the club where the atmosphere was just right...not too cold, not too hot. The music flowed around the club and people danced with the rhythm. The girls went to the bar to have drinks. "I would like to have a cocktail," said Pidge. Inside the club it was like dancing on the Northern Lights; beneath the dry-ice smoke swirled an array of blues, acid greens, hot pinks and gold. The music played over the dance floor as if had fused with the bodies.