Club Penguin Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“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.

I scream, wishing I could scrub my tongue and the other two just laugh at my pathetic attempt. We're wearing very skimpy dresses and I'm surprised Tania is even- how did Patrick even let her out here without being here himself? Oliver would never allow this. He preferred keeping his toys closer to his breath. The last time we went to a club, he had his hand around my waist in the VIP booth and he leaned against me, touching me all night till he decided to fuck me there. It was hot. "I'm gonna go dance," Chloe stands to leave first but grabs my hand, pulling me along. "Come with me."

“But I’m fucking starving for more. I wanna ruin you.” Declan came up behind me, his hard cock pressing into my back. “We’ve all been thinking it. It’s time to go somewhere we can really let loose. No limits.” Then Kash, the newest addition to our little fuck-fest, dropped the bomb. “I know a place. A club. The kind where they tie pretty little sluts like you to the ceiling and make them scream.” A shiver of pure, unadulterated lust shot straight to my clit. “What are we waiting for?” I breathed out, my voice already shaky. “Take me.”

“How long have you known they were your mates? Don’t tell me you missed every sign. Was it during the homework sessions, or all those late-night visits to their rooms?” Aurelian gasped sharply and clapped his hand over her mouth. “You cannot say things like that out loud in this palace.” “But it happened in this palace.” She fought the words out through his fingers. “And you’re their mate.” “Clara.” He warned. “Fine, fine.” She mumbled against his hand. He held his stare a beat longer. “Fine.” She repeated, muffled. He released her slowly. “Pinky promise?” She rolled her eyes again but hooked her finger through his anyway. “Promise.”

alive. The men in the club couldn’t keep their eyes off them. Drinks were sent their way, hands were extended in invitations to dance, but Penelope and Chloe stuck to their rules. They were a team—always together, never straying. No leaving their drinks unattended. No dancing with random men. And certainly, no leaving with one. But when the twins appeared, something shifted.

Parker pats one of the guards on the back as they pass. “Make sure he hears all the worst dungeon stories before he even gets there.” “Already on it,” the guard grins. Once they’re gone, the club returns to its usual rhythm—bass thumping, people dancing, pretending a king didn’t just walk in and ruin someone’s life. I glance toward the bar. The bartender is doing his best not to make eye contact. Smart. “Do you think he’ll try it again?” Parker asks, nudging me. I smirk. “Not unless he wants to spend the rest of his life peeing himself.”

"You didn't." "He did it last night," I said, running my thumb over the bandage I had just removed. Clara fell back onto her pillows, laughing hysterically. She looked at the ceiling, shaking her head. "I can't believe it," she wheezed. "I honestly can't believe it. I thought you were the nun of our group, I thought I was the wild one."She sat up and pointed a finger at me. "Sofia, you are literally marking off my sexual bucket list right now. Private island? Check. Nudity clause? Check. Dangerous weapon foreplay? Check. Branding? Double check. You're living the dream! The terrifying, illegal, incredibly hot dream."