Cosmic Sky Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Diana wakes up with a pounding headache, realizing she’s in a strange lodge, alone and naked. Confused, she wonders if her husband, Leonard, was with her last night, but he’s supposed to be away on a business trip. To her horror, she sees a naked man, a stranger in the same room with herself. As she tries to make sense of it, Leonard suddenly arrives and sees her in this compromising situation. He’s furious, believing she’s cheated meanwhile she was set up. Leonard storms out, leaving behind divorce papers. Desperate, Diana knows she’s been set up but is helpless as her world falls apart. After the divorce, she finds out she is pregnant.

My husband took our six-year-old daughter on a fishing trip, but when his first love called, he left her alone to answer his phone. With no one watching her, our daughter fell into the sea, and we never recovered her body. Heartbroken, I called him and begged him to return, but his voice was cold as he said, “Cheyenne, today’s Queenie's birthday. Can you stop being such a buzzkill?” When I stumbled back home in despair, I found his first love clinging provocatively to him, a smug smile on her face. “What’s got you so upset, sis-in-law?” she sneered. I let out a cold laugh and flipped the dining table over. “As long as you’re alive, I’ll never be happy.”

WARNING: This book is strictly for mature minded. 18+ is required to read further. All it takes for her life to come crumbling is the night she received the news that she would be marrying the city known deadly bachelor- Tyler Locke. He’s known for the cruelty he allegedly showed to his two ex wives, those who started and spread the rumor of him being a beast instead of a man. What would Missy do to survive this man, especially when she find out that there’s a reason to his cruelty towards her and it has to do with his first love. Would Missy succeed in bringing back the loving Tyler out or would have to forever deal with the torturing cold one, because he said to her. “Yo

I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me—because he didn’t have the balls to do it himself. I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn’t been enough for him, if I’d been stupid for marrying him in the first place. I’m at work one night when he walks inside—the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it’s the most pas

“What I said before still stands. I am not allowed to touch you. Stop inviting me to.” His voice was dangerously low and rough. He could see in her eyes that she knew just how aroused he was for her and, with his body pressed against hers, she felt it. Her hand was eagerly massaging between her legs. “I don’t want you to touch me. I can do that all on my own.” She breathed, letting out a soft moan. “Watch me, Dalton. Fucking watch what you do to me.” She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, and as she pleasured herself, he couldn’t find it in him to regret what he was watching her do. He knew it was wrong, but with each blissful groan from her lips, his control slipped that much furt

For four years, I worked three jobs to support my husband, Edward Godfrey, while he chased his PhD and battled ALS. And somehow, in all that time, I'd never stepped foot on his campus. Not because I didn't want to. Every time I brought it up, he had some excuse ready. When graduation came, I asked to go to his hooding ceremony. He shut it down fast. "It's just a formality. A bunch of lab nerds. You'd be bored. Once I bring the diploma home, we'll have a candlelight dinner." I didn't argue. Just helped him straighten his doctoral gown. But I couldn't hide how excited I was. So I dressed up. And secretly followed him. Onstage, Edward stood beside his wheelchair, voice thick with emot

Alexia, as the perfect Luna to her pack, was married to her husband alpha Damian for love, they were not meant and mate for each other. Alexia had never thought one day she could have the rebirth of her. Alexia was murdered by her evil husband Damian and his later-found mistress Hayley, who also became his mate after her death. One fortunate day, Alexia opened her eyes only to find out that she was back from the dead. “Oh my Wolf, I am back from the dead. I can’t feel myself before anymore… I feel some kinda new powers inside of me” Alexia said to herself. In order to protect what she had worked for, Alexia is determined to fix all of her problems. By living again as a Powerful Luna, w

"I've always knew you'd be the man to fuck me to heavens." The door opened on that comment and the man she least expected waltzed in. A smirk on his lips. "Tell me, how many times have I fucked you to heavens in your wild little imaginations, Gina?" ............... He’s my father's best friend, a father figure to me. But he's also the hottest man I've ever seen alive. With his fit, toned, and athletic build. He has plagued my dreams more time than I can count. Fucking me to heavens and back, and when the chance comes to experience him. It doesn't matter what it costs, even if it might be the end of me. I’m willing to let him ruin me.

“I, Alpha Logan of the Crystal Moon Pack rejects you, Myra. A very useless and worthless omega to ever be my mate, and my future Luna.” He spewed with primal disgust, eyes void of any regret. “And I, Myra De Vries accepts your rejection.” The brewing bond shattered and I felt no pain, however I couldn’t say the same for him when he held his heart, hurt flashing through his eyes. ___________ Enslaved and mistreated by the Alpha’s Family who took her in when she was ten and a surviving rogue. Myra’s world was trudged early into a dark world filled with miseries and monsters in form of werewolves. That was until she turned eighteen and was mated to the pack’s new Alp

"Rael, what's this?" "An anklet, since you don't want an ankle monitor." "I'm not your pet!" "No, you're not." "Then, get this thing off me!" "It's either that or I'll tatt my name on your wrists and over your sweet mounds so the whole world knows you're mine." ~~~ They called me a murderer. I became a rogue to survive. And when my wolf finally surfaced, she came with blood on her hands. Now I’m bound to him—Rael, the Lycan King cursed to die alone. Our bond shouldn’t exist. He’s the descendant of the Moon Goddess, Lycans who are forbidden to mate with werewolves. But fate doesn’t ask. It takes. It binds. It burns. He says I belong in his cage. I say I’l