Daredevil Fanfic Novels & Stories

I love him, despite everything. A part of my heart subtly wanted him to do all that I dared him to do. But on the other side, I knew that if he did, then it would mean my mission here wouldn't be completed. I would have to leave Town before I found my answers but my treacherous heart didn't seem to care. His eyes slithered, brows drawing up together. "Is this a dare?" "Yes. I, Jhelani Snowfire, dare you, Damon Cross, to tell me that I mean absolutely nothing to you. I want you to kiss me while doing so."

Derrick stomped on his hand and he screamed. “Shut up,” Derrick growled. I gasped. “Derrick! Are you insane?!” Devon clutched his bleeding hand. “He’s dangerous…” “Dangerous?” Derrick thundered. “You think I'm dangerous?! After what you did?!” The way Derrick acted made my heart beat faster than ever. I've never seen his violent side as crazy as this. You know what I can't believe. It was how I never moved on from the same circle. How in the absolute hell did I date his brother with millions of men on the earth?

A devil with no right to have a heart only if he knew he has the purest one. "Did they change you to become this?" I asked. He turned his attention to look at me, "Like what?" "Devil," "If I'm Devil then you are the Devil's Girlfriend?" And of course, I was speechless. "I..I," I stuttered. "Are you blushing Miss Vitalio by any chance?" And shit yes I was. His words affected my face. "No, why would I?" I lied looking away. "I wish your face would have told the same story," His face had a smirk and I felt like running from my spot.

He took a step forward, closing the distance until he was right there towering over me, his body heat washing over my skin, making me hyperaware of every inch between us, his dark eyes locking onto mine with that intense, pinning stare that always made me feel small. "What, you're gonna chicken out and lie about a stupid dare, Alex?" he said, his voice sharp and cold, cutting through the air like he was disgusted. "That's so damn pathetic, even coming from you, they specifically dared you to climb on me and grind until I'm hard, so either you man up and do it, or I'm marching out there right now and telling them all what a scared little wimp you are, your choice."

I tried to turn my face away, but his grip tightened. “I… I wasn’t imagining anyone!” “Liar!” Davian shoved me against the wall. “You imagined me! You imagined this tattoo, these hands, and this voice! You’re a traitor, Dewangga. And the best part is… you enjoy it.” He kissed me again, this time more brutal. I tried to resist, pushing against his broad chest, but every touch burned away the remains of my defense. Hatred and desire mixed together, creating an explosion of emotion that made me lose my sanity.

That I had changed, that the traumas of the Vegas trip had made me realize the life I was missing out on, everything I really wanted. Draven wasn't aggressive, he didn't have the slightest intention of hurting another person and he didn't know how to fight, so he was easily overpowered by Dax: the fear that the Dangello's could provoke, it froze your blood, as if they had taken over your system. However, I wasn't planning on letting Dax go hurt my fiancé, it wasn't part of the plan. He wasn't even supposed to be in the apartment and I let him be, simply because of how I felt.

I kicked and fought with every ounce of strength I had left. "Please! Daniels! Stop! You're making this so much harder on yourself!" he yelled, his voice sounding more pained than angry. "Who are you to Delilah?" I shrieked. "How does a Biker Mafia heavy like you end up as her lapdog?" "Delilah is helping me," Dante snapped. "WITH WHAT?!" "With getting my partner back!" he roared, his posture suddenly slumping into defeat. He let go of me, his hands shaking.

he whispered to my ears and let out a laugh that makes my legs wobble. “Darius, I thought you loved me.” it’s Ella. She’s crying and couldn’t believe the Darius she left me for at the parking lot is a devil that would lure you and kill you. That is what the devil does, he lures you into sin and kill you for obeying that sin. “Beg.” Ryan’s voice is deep. There’s no anger in his voie anymore, but danger. He is the mastermind, and he would surely show no mercy.

"And I am here for every single second of it." -Definitely loyal,- Palette purred. -Keep this one.- "Palette and I were just discussing a few things. The Alpha wants to see my work privately. Secondly, a gift for Magnus, and possibly dropping who this D.R. Dares really is at Magnus's coming of age, as if we are each others fated mate, the pack isn't going to leave no stone unturned to find out everything about me." Lila nodded slowly, her tactical mind already working through the implications. "So instead of letting them dig, you control the narrative."

In an eerily calm voice, I asked, "Aren't we playing Truth or Dare, Ms. Stuart? I chose dare, so I picked someone to carry out the dare with. What's wrong with that?" "Why, you…" Whitney trembled hard, so outraged that she could barely speak. "How dare you choose to accept that dare? What gives you the audacity? You could've just accepted the punishment instead! Who the hell do you think you are?" "Hm?" I raised a brow, my tone mocking. "So you do know the rules of this game, then? Which means you could've conceded earlier and taken three penalty shots instead. So why did you choose to go ahead with the dare? Are the rules of the game different when it comes to you?"