Daredevil Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I whispered while my heart was going crazy, and tingles erupted in my stomach. Damiano gave me a lazy smile in return as he caressed my cheeks. “You were all I could think of. From that day, I swore you would be mine.” He had me smiling shyly. Who could have foreseen that I would be helplessly captivated by this enchanting Devil? We were from two different worlds; one shaped him into a powerful ruthless leader while I was raised in the comfort of a sheltered life. They say opposites attract, and maybe that was why we were captivated by one another.

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]

I would have turned a complete blind eye to it because I didn’t want anything to remind me of what I went through, or for it to even connect me to the most dangerous persons I ever met. “I know you are smart, and you can already tell that I am connected to Monaco and your father, Taylor, both of whom are dead now,” he finished. “You don’t know me,” I countered, my voice almost shaking with fear. If he said he knew me, that might also mean that he had seen me, and for people like that, it could very well mean that he had been trailing me or something. “Of course, I do,” Dare-Devil responded. Dante held my hand tighter; a move to get my attention, and I looked up at him before saying anything

Lorraine was lost in a train of thoughts, confused about her husband's actions. She had believed their relationship was supposed to be strictly contractual, but when he kissed her, she felt those damn butterflies, but it felt different this time. She had never felt desire like this before or been so wholly vulnerable and lost all self-control around someone. Those thoughts exhumed her, and she shook her head, hoping they would go away. But when she stared at his delicate chiselled face, she realized she might already be failing the dare from the billionaire.

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." ***

“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.

"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.

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.

"I guess you want some more rough handling from my men." "D—Damien— I swear with my life th—that I don't know where she is," he managed to whimper. "I'm telling the truth." "Dude, do you think I'm stupid?" I sneered and held his chin up with my hand. "I'd rather trust the devil than you because you're a pretentious bastard." He wept like a child and pleaded through chattered teeth while gazing at me. “Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm sure you thought I'd leave you alone just like the last time, but you must be sick in the head if you think I'll let you go without cutting your head off!“

Damian got up and paced the room, his mind racing. "Oh, my God, this is great news," Damian said, his voice laced with ambition. "I wonder how Devon would feel hearing this? His precious, perfect wife, the fake mother of his child, is being blackmailed by a scam artist who is sleeping with his cousin! The humiliation alone would kill Nana!"