Csi Ny Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His explanation was met with a frown from Nick. “Explain what? What exactly is going on here, Athena?” Nick asked, his face full of disappointment as he turned to me. “Athena and I—” Cassian started, but Nick cut him off. “Athena and you? I tell you about this girl I like, and you go behind my back and date her?” Nick’s anger was evident. “It didn’t happen like that,” Cassian said, trying to defend himself. “Right. Of course, I’m an idiot for believing we could ever be brothers,” Nick said bitterly, his words clearly hurting Cassian.

I'm pounding my hard cock into your goddamn aunt! "Oh Mike!" Cyn screams, pushing Jasmine from my mind. "This is just what I needed!" She pants, as I continue jackhammering my cock into her fiery pussy, wishing it was Jasmine's. "I'm cumming again!" She cries, as my balls constrict and my legs tense. I slam down hard and my cock erupts deep inside her burning snatch, spewing a huge load of cum just as she tightens her pussy around my cock. I press my lips to hers, as our bodies jerk against each other and our tongues entwine in a passionate kiss. It's not a loving kiss, but more of a grateful acknowledgement of what we've just given each other. As if on cue, there is a loud knock on the door

"Admit it." "I don't," I said, but even I could hear the lie in my voice. "I am part of you, remember? I feel everything you feel. And I feel the way you react to Anthony. It's different from how you react to Victor." "Because we are friends," I insisted. "That's all." "Is that why I fantasize about him?" Nyra asked casually. My face burned. "What?" "Oh, don't act so shocked. I miss Anthony. I miss his scent. I miss the way he looks at us like we are the only person in the world. And yes, I have fantasized about being intimate with him. Multiple times."

She took a deep breath to suppress her emotions and followed Clark in, changing her shoes at the entrance. She noticed Damon was there as well, playing chess with Cyrus while Cindy sat nearby, smiling. Nyla knew that Cyrus and Cindy's marriage was merely a façade; Cindy was just maintaining appearances. Seeing Clark, Cindy said gently, "Have a seat. Dinner will start once your dad and uncle finish this game." Her smile faded when her gaze landed on Nyla, and she did not greet her. Nyla didn't mind—a sudden display of warmth from Cindy would have been unsettling. Seated on the couch, Clark watched the chess game, where Cyrus appeared to be losing.

she rushed out in one nervous breath. Cassian stepped closer, eyes slowly tracing her frame. “I don’t know what the hell you’re up to… but if it affects the alpha in any way, then I’ll have to make it known, especially why her hands are covered in scars and yours aren’t.” He turned and left without another word. The door clicked shut. Nyssa stood frozen, nails bitten raw, heart hammering. “No—no, he doesn’t know…” she whispered to the empty room, assuring herself her secrets remained buried while Celeste descended into hell.

CHAPTER ONE You broke my walls, and broke me as well FIONA POINT OF VIEW "We are done. Don't contact me again" "Congratulations Fiona Gwen Kings, you've been admitted into New York University, to attain a degree in Psychology, do ensure th --" These two message contradict each other. I applied to NYU just to be closer to Caden and also because it's one of the universities with good Psychology professors, but Caden Manchester wants to have nothing to do with me again. His message has been in my phone for three months but I chose to ignore it, despite the fact that I've read it.

I needed to. "How did your excuse for an apology go?" Nyssa asked, sipping wine as I came into view, composed again. If she noticed my ruined makeup, she gave no sign, probably too deep in whatever new scheme she was cooking up for that Attica trash trying to steal our Greg. "They were busy. So I let them be," I said, pouring myself a generous glass of red. Watching the droplets fall into the glass, I couldn't help thinking how much crushed berries looked like blood. I wondered, just for a second, if that Attica pauper's blood would run as rich as the red in my glass. It was a small comfort, my imagination doing what it could to dull the horror I'd just witnessed. The image of Justina all ov

The final outcome was one to two–a loss for Yaslyn. Yaslyn was furious as she accused Santiago."Did you conspire with the game's minions to destroy my base?" Santiago shrugged with an apologetic smile. "All's fair in love and war, right? If I lose, I won't see you for a month. Can you grasp how agonizing that would be?" The mere idea of not being around Yaslyn seemed inconceivable. Why even come to work? Meanwhile, the fans were in an uproar in the chatroom.

ROMAN'S POV: Dinner was sponsored by the Cleveland group of entrepreneurs in a huge hall. Nyssa sat next to me, fiddling with her phone. Since I had spoken to her in the toilet, she hadn't replied to anything I had asked her. Unplanned as it might be, it had never been my plan to hurt her. When it came to Nyssa Dimitri, I never knew how to act. She was either too much for me, or I didn't have enough of her. And in the end, I always ended up destroying whatever good thing we had going.

Adrian has always been a sore spot for her, and without his attention or approval, she becomes a sheep without direction. “You might have lost your memories, Anya, but I hope it doesn’t come as a shock when Adrian eventually chooses me over you. I will become Mrs Vasilis. Mark my words.” Nyssa promises seethingly, her eyes red with anger. I inhale deeply so as to get rid of the anger already clouding my judgement. I have to remind myself that it isn’t my business if Adrian chooses her or not. “You couldn’t convince him to be his plus one to one of the biggest events of the century, but you think he’s going to marry you?” I ask sarcastically, my lips curling up in a wide and sweet smile.