Dead Space Fanfic Novels & Stories

Use the info below to find it! But also… I hope you’ll join me for a whole new adventure with my new, broken, morally gray Dom, Cain: HUNT FOR YOU - By Aimee Lynn 1. Show Me in the Dark ~ BRIDGET ~ ***SYSTEM NOTE: CHAT ENCRYPTED END-TO-END. ENSURE ALL ACCOUNTS ARE LOGGED OFF BEFORE DISCONNECTING.*** SleepingBeast: Why would you even consider this? DeadGirlWalking: Long story short: Everyone in my family dies young. Cancer and heart attacks mostly. Somehow, I hit the genetic lottery, and got the genome markers for both.

*Death's POV* I could hear her thoughts and I could smell her. Faster. Faster. Faster. She thought and my hand moved faster on my erect cock. I could hear her as she orgasmed and a loud cry left her lips as my cum squirted out of me with a groan of her name. I wanted to hear her cry my name as she cummed. A knock on my door happened, "Hold up," I say as I pull up my zipper and quickly take some paper cleaning my cum from the wall, "Come in,"

Once, the energy of her powers faded away, the scent of Dawn's blood wrapped around the house thickly and my fangs elongated, my heart warming up at the thought of seeing my mate again, that was until the putrid scent of the dead vampire who laid a few feet from us distorted the scent in the air. "Where in the dark hell are we? What the hell happened here" Fatimah asked, looking around the building before gazing back at me. She moved towards the body, her eyes taking in every little detail of it. "That is a gruesome way to die, but I must say it looks so clean, it's like a piece of art," Fatimah said as she inspected the severed head of the dead. Masika stared at the corpse, her eyes widenin

Noticing his expression, Wendy suddenly smiled and said frankly, "You're older than me, so I'll call you Mr. Fleming. Actually, after dying, I found it pretty amazing. There's no heat or cold, no need to shower or change clothes, and no need to eat or sleep." "I've experienced that too," Dominic said quietly. Wendy looked startled and suddenly thought of something. She made a soft sound and said, "Hey, could it be that day…" "Yes," Dominic said with a nod. "That day, I really did die." "So, you ran into actual Grim Reapers down there, and now you are some kind of underworld representative," Wendy said, her eyes lighting up. She was a hardcore fantasy reader, and admiration filled her gaze as

The draft from the open vault door reaches the flame, and the flame bends once, twice, and then it is gone, and the chapel is dark, and the ledger sits in its hidden cavity beneath the granite altar stone, and the pages are still open to the authorization code that will burn the Armenise syndicate to the ground. Domenico sets the notebook on the writing desk by the window. He does not let go of my jaw. His other hand finds my hip, and the touch is deliberate and slow, the same deliberate slowness he brought to our second night, the slowness of a man who has decided that urgency is for people who do not know what they want. He knows what he wants. I know what I want. The knowing is terrifying

Everything in my life had gone wrong the minute I turned 16. My mother's death, Uncle Alessandro's death, then meeting Leone. The rest of last night had been a blur, and somewhere inside me, I had hoped, as I lay awake throughout, staring at the gun I should have used back in that restaurant, that Leone would back out of this alliance. He hated me just as much, and I hoped he would realize overnight that he hated me too much to share a house with me and take some stupid vows.

In the third year after my fiancée, Iris Ford, falls off a cliff during a sketching trip in the mountains, I accidentally walk into her personal art exhibition. The person I have longed for day and night is right there, gently adjusting the scarf of the young man beside her. The walls are covered with portraits she once promises to paint only for me, but every subject of her paintings is that young man. Violet Bardot, Iris' best friend and the one who once helps me handle her funeral affairs, grabs me anxiously. "Graham, don't do anything rash. Iris has her reasons. After Jack Glenwood saved her, she suffered from a head injury and lost her memory. She didn't mean to stay away." I smile

Her breath hits my ear,and she whispers making a shiver to run down my spine. "Death" I move my head in a no while she just smiles, getting up to turn her back on me and approach the Alpha. My fists clench as I see her peck his lips, my teardrops wetting the ground. They don't stop there. His hand rests on her waist and he deepens the kiss. While she enjoys it, holding his face in her hands. I felt already dead , they will do a favour on me by killing me. "Finish him "

I tug my breeches up loosely, not bothering to lace them, and let my head fall back, staring at the flickering shadows from the dying fire. My mind drifts to how far I’ve come, or fallen, into this isekai mess. “Okay, brain, recap time,” I murmur to myself, voice barely above a whisper. It’s a habit from my old life, talking through fan theories alone in my apartment. “In Thorns of Desire, Cillian’s supposed to be this untouchable scholar, topping everyone in his path, building his harem without a hitch. But me? I bottomed for Ardyn on day one, topped them both awkwardly, and now we’re in a threesome competition? Plot’s derailed big time.” I chuckle softly, running a hand through Cillian’s b

He said, his gaze not leaving Vasperia whose face was now all bloodied. "Fine, I'm in for a treat too. Let's say a threesome. But she needs to take her bath and eat something less she faints before she takes another step." Raze said, flickering his eyes over her and wondering what it would be like fucking what Raze had already fucked. That thought alone brought some kind of competition and a feeling of superiority over him She was still going to die, after all, there's no harm in a little fun, right? As for Vasperia, she knew at once that it was either she died willingly or she died while trying to live.