Daredevil Fanfic Novels & Stories

or less. What could come for me in an intense moment like this? Maybe he was so good at playing the role of the devil but he wasn't likely to get rid of the daredevil he was defenseless against. I snuffed in and bit my bottom lip as I felt the tips of his fingers trail the sides of my curves, up my hips. Darwin slid his fingers over the curve of my lower back, just in time that he rested his head on my stomach and I breathed out shakily. My shoulders shuddered as my chest rose the more and I cried out, "Please."

, Davil points at his chest as his eyes grows teary. “You Darcs turned my sister and I against each other. We were just pawns to your stupid game. You got bored and decided to toil with our emotions forgetting we are humans too. Tasha wasn’t enough so you used the throne. You know how important Sasha is to me but you cared more about Tasha than about me. You have no idea how deep her words cut but I swallowed it because I didn’t want to fight with my newly wedded while she didn’t care about me to begin with. Now you doing it again. You are making me choose. It is not fair how you have made me a slave to your love because you know how hard I have fallen for you. I always knew I loved you more

But even if I had slept with a girl before, I know better than to lay their names down before these clowns. Chatters went on, but I didn't care. Jackie gently squeezed my hand, trying to make me feel better. Dav went ahead and collected the cards, played with them and served them again. I'm hoping Carlson won't take it upon himself to do that dare, maybe I will be safe. This time, a girl got up to do the dare. "Card number 8 and 6, I dare you to kiss and make out before everyone!" Wow! I thought Carlson was just being a jerk, but this girl...she's on another level.

Shane explained the fundamental difference between him and Lea. "Let's compare it to your notes. Yes, there's only one name. But pliss lah, your notes are wrong, from being kidnapped in part one to being a superhero, then being kidnapped in part two to be an evil character. Tskckck, just drama." Shane continued reading the story of Lea and Daniel's past, which they often discuss because it is so full of impressions. Of course, the presence of that name almost put her in danger, threatening her life.

Once within reach, she extends her claws and digs them deep into his ribs. "Bitch!" Dagon cries out in pain, as blood dribbles down his chin. "I have a very special place in the soul realm for you, you will not move on, nor will you ever see the light of day again. You will re-live your crimes again and again, as the victim. You will beg for mercy every day, and receive none," Raven declares as she digs her hands deeper, ripping apart Dagon's chest.

Aphrodite slowly rose to her feet, leaned down slowly, fully aware Sophia was in the room, and ran her index finger down my semi-flaccid shaft that had hardened again from her touch. “This is mine,” she growled possessively before taking her sweet time to tuck me back in. “We're done here,” she murmured, pecking my lips and adjusting her dress. She turned and walked out, not once stopping to acknowledge that Sophia was both red from anger and shock. I blinked, the haze of lust slowly clearing from my head as shock was slowly replaced by pride. I was both proud and shocked at the turn of events. What my mate didn't know was that she'd just awakened the animalistic desires I'd be reigning in,

Heather immediately reacted to what was happening and violently struggled. “Let go of me, you Devil! You monster!” Daniel revealed a light smile. “That’s right, I am the Devil. You’ve slept with the Devil and even gave birth to his son, so what does that f*cking make you?” Heather has always had terrible stamina since she was a child. Coupled with the fact that she had been thrown around and left injured because of Daniel, she completely ran out of strength after a short struggle. Both her arms were now pinned by a single hand, and she could only glare at the amber eyes before her in anger.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

Desire burns in his eyes as he scans me from head to toe. I clear my throat and grin at him. I hate myself for what I'm about to do. But fùck it. "Truth or Dare, Damien." "Dare." His voice is husky. "I dare you to fùck me." ***

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."