Daredevil Fanfic Novels & Stories

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?

“Not as a prize or a weapon against him. I’ve watched you wait for a ghost, and it killed me. But Dare’s back, colder and more dangerous. He’ll destroy you if you let him keep this hold. Come away with me. Let me protect you properly this time.” His words wrapped around me like a promise, tempting in my exhaustion. But doubt gnawed at the edges. The way he’d pushed the proposal right when Dare returned… the calculated kindness. Still, in that moment, with the weight of the day crushing me, it felt like safety. Before I could respond, the velvet curtains of the alcove ripped open with violent force. Dare stood there, rain-dampened hair slicked back, his dark suit clinging to his powerful fram

I set down the glass on the table, “first things first, I was kidnapped during this..work trip.” Emily’s mouth fell open, her pupils dilating. “What?” There was a glint of amusement and slight terror in her eyes as they roamed over my body, checking for any signs of said kidnap. “No way.” “Yes, Emily. I got kidnapped, and I fucked Atlas also, after he came to rescue me.” She scoffed in disbelief, shaking her head. “Wow. This keeps getting interesting..” “This is not a joke, Emily,” I snapped. “And do you know what pisses me off most right now? Atlas might have played me, just like his brothers.”

She prayed as she walked by DeAngelo, and as she returned her gaze to the entrance, she interlocked her fingers with Clay's and DeAngelo smirked. He shot a glance at her and then felt his heartstrings tug. He turned his gaze in Caterina's direction down the hall, began to walk back towards her and wondered how many more fibs Lorraine had told him, how many half-truths. Again, he smirked; for a girl he thought was so pure and innocent, she was a great liar because he believed her act and everything she'd told him. However, he couldn't entirely blame her, especially when he had offered her the same cards he got dealt with.

"Fuck you, Trace! Daxon called me and he said that 'until now' he can't contact you! What are you? A baby boy throwing tantrums because of Elliot's preaching?!" "Fuck you too, Lev! I've fixed Daxon's problem, FYI. And bear this in your mind! Next time, don't! Don't 'ever' send Elliot to rescue me, for he's nothing but a nagging wife!" I answered and started picking up my clothes scattered on the floor.

“Get your asses down here before the whole damn pack starts wondering what’s keeping you. And clean yourselves up while you’re at it.” Damien pulled back just enough to glare at nothing, still panting against my chest. “If I could kill him through the bond, I would,” he muttered, licking my nipple like a petty act of defiance. “Stop it,” I hissed, shoving at his chest, but my blush only deepened. Because gods help me—I was already wet again. _____________________ Would I be considered a traitor if I cheered internally for Camellia while she kissed Darius? Probably. But damn if it didn’t feel right.

Rafa snarled back. "Lies!" Dare growled. Rafa lunged towards him, claws extended and teeth bared. Dare managed to push him away by a couple of inches. Rafa charged him again and this time Dare shifted and returned his attack. Both men went tumbling through the bushes, their fighting continuing to escalate until something sipped through Rafa's nostrils and he weakened, giving Dare the advantage against him. Dare did not waste any time before he lunged at the Alpha and began digging his fingers into his exposed throat, pulling hard, choking the Alpha. Rafa tried kicking out but the Rogue merely tightened his grip. He struggled against Dare's hold but it was useless. He fell back, his legs coll

Third Person POV She lay pinned beneath him, feeling every thrust, her hands digging into his shoulders, her head flung back, his body moving over hers. He gave a loud growl and came as she stiffened, his cock sliding out of her abruptly, leaving her feeling dissatisfied as she hadn’t even been able to find her own release. Not that he cared. He never did. It was one of the many things she despised about him. Marissa was fast growing to realize that not every mate treated their other half like a treasure, and Darius was one of them. He seemed to have a love-hate relationship with her, maybe because, as a Hunter it was ingrained within him to hate shifters.

He’d hate to have to compete against his brother for a woman, but Reagan kept tempting him to break his usual patterns. “I would,” Dare said, “but A, she’s in my band and I won’t jeopardize my career for a woman, and B, I think she likes you.” “I think she’s just f**king with me.” Dare chuckled. “And I am totally getting off on that.” “You would.” “I’ve never seen a woman go head-to-head with you before. They either think you’re the biggest jackass on the planet or they are seduced before you offer them a second glance. She’s different. I think she’d be great for you.”