Dark Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I can see the coldness In his eyes" "His eyes are always cold, silly" They gossiped as they walked towards the food section. Pheona stared into space, playing with the fork in her hand. "You will be mine, Damien" She mumbled to herself, her eyes holding a malicious intent

His eyes rolled back as the pain and pleasure rocked his body mercilessly. “You're a perfect boyfriend, Nicholas. If I'm a normal girl I would probably fall in love with you. You could easily detach yourself from your work when you're with me. But it's not enough. Nothing is, for me.” I squatted aligning his cock on bare my cunt. I easily slid in until it bottom out knocking me breathless. I rocked back and forth as I moan in pleasure, driving myself mindless. “You see, I was raped and physically abused at an early age by people like you. This is my way of ridding the world of its rotten inhabitants.” I grind my hips rubbing my clitoris on the patch of hair on his lower abdomen, making me mo

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

But I guess I failed, and this is my second chance. I watched him starve and get cold, I watched him cry and grow. A day in heaven is far more different than a day on earth. My armor was gone and same with my other powers, I will be like this for one month. A month equivalent to decade on earth. Day by day I started to understand why they want him dead. Sometimes I wish he will not wake up from his sleep and will be gone so that his sufferings will end. I saw him grow strong, there are days that I try to manifest as an old man giving him food or penny. There are days I pretend to be one of his classmate and hand him help. As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them,

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Kept licking her through it, slow and obscene, until she was shaking and begging. “Please fuck too much” He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes feral. “Turn around.” She did, bracing her palms on the wall, ass out, legs spread. He didn’t bother undressing fully. Just freed his cock again thick, glistening with precome and slammed into her from behind in one savage thrust. No mercy this time. He fucked her like he hated her. Like he wanted to ruin her. Hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints. Hips snapping forward, balls slapping against her clit with every punishing stroke. The wet, obscene sound of her pussy taking him filled the room, loud and shameles

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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.”

"But you do not call me Mr. Blackwood when I am inside you. You call me Damien. Or Sir. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, thick and hot. He did not give her time to adjust, just drove into her in one brutal thrust that made her cry out. He was big, stretching her almost to the point of pain, filling her completely. "Fuck, you are tight," Damien groaned, his fingers digging into her hips. "So perfect. Like you were made for my cock." He did not start slow. There was no gentle buildup, no tender exploration. He fucked her hard and fast, each thrust driving her forward against the desk, the wood biting into her hips. The sound of skin slapping against s