Daredevil Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

I scratched against his hold, but all I heard was a loud growl. “How dare you lay your filthy hands on me, you mutt?” He growled through his teeth. In anger, I focused all my anger into my power, but before I could make any real damage, a chuckle came from beside Devon. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A lazy drawl left Devon’s brother’s lips, Damien, the only person I hated as much as I hated him. Despite being twins, they were nothing alike. Devon was the angry, temperamental yet stupid dark haired alpha, while Damien, the cockiest, obnoxious, devil may care, playboy psycho Alpha.

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.

"Text Damien right now. Tell him to come over. We'll see what happens." My pulse kicked hard. Half-joking, I grabbed my phone and typed: *Come over. Now. Need you.* Sent. The reply buzzed in under a minute: *On my way.* Elliot's expression shifted—something possessive flickering there. We kept playing while we waited, dares getting bolder. He dared me to take off my bra under my tank; I did, tossing it across the room, nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric. I dared him to strip to his boxers; he stood and peeled off his shirt, jeans following, revealing the outline of his cock already thickening against the cotton.

“When I came here, it was solely to seek revenge. I had no intention of making friends or getting to know anyone. And I certainly had no intention of finding my mate. I changed my name from Dare to Derrick, but even then, I knew my old man would not remember me or even get the slightest hint that I was his son. I had already plotted a plan to put poison in the food so the entire royal family would be assassinated.” He paused, and when he looked at me, I noticed his eyes had become glasier. He had a sly smirk on his lips as the memories came flooding into his mind. “Until I saw you that night sitting alone at that fountain. You looked so lost in thought, so troubled yet at peace. I… I have ne

He tilted his head as he tried to examine the little figure she hugged in her arms. Meanwhile Darell’s outward appearance looked frail, Damian’s was fierce and unapproachable. One side of his head was cut and faded while the other had hair that stretched down close to nose. He had a neatly cut beard across his jawlines and chin and a pair of amber eyes resembling hers. “Hmm. A boy.” Damian hummed, “Is he a worthy rival though?” At that Denise didn’t hide her glare, “What do you mean?” She moved back instinctively but only got to take one step before she felt two arms press against her back. One belonged to Jack, while the other to none other than Kain.

"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?"