Dead Space Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I thought Renee and Fiona would shut up after I told them the truth. But Renee simply snorted and looked at me mockingly. "Candice, how shameless can you be? You're saying Igor is dead just to provoke me! He's your husband, you vicious woman! I'll definitely tell Igor about this the next time I see him. He'll dump you immediately!" Fiona immediately comforted Renee, "There's no need to get mad. She's not worth it. She's probably just saying that to make you mad so that it'll affect your pregnancy! You're evil, Ms. Jonah!"

She traced a lazy cross on his chest with a cum-slick finger. “That was only the beginning father Elias,” she whispered. “Tomorrow night we go beneath the church. The crypt. Where the old bishops rot. I want you to fuck me on their tombs until I scream loud enough to wake the dead.” She rose, letting his softening cock slip free with a wet sound. A river of their combined fluids followed, staining the altar cloth forever. Delphine dressed slowly, leisurely, licking her fingers clean while he watched from the altar, unable to move.

‎One wrong move and your head might be gifting space in all it's bloodied glory while you watch in high spirits. ‎However, it all added to my plan. I wasn't bought on the lie that my parents were different from how I remembered them to be. They must've killed them for nothing and decided to paint a picture to the public. I was going to get them back for it. Using the leader of Veil, I will hunt down everyone involved in their deaths. Then I'll kill Kiean and his brothers. If I play along, no one would suspect a thing. Death picked the wrong test subject to mess with.

You'll never find me, Killian. I'm in that cold morgue, waiting for your order to be turned into a pile of ash. #

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

We stared at each other in odd way, as if we were in a silent argument. "Thank you for this beautiful dinner, Richard." I smiled pretended. "But I have to go now." I still couldn't believe that I kissed this killer. It was so ... weird, I didn't expect to think about it that much. He was good at kissing, I had to admit it. But that wouldn't save him from prison. "So early? I'm flying for Italy tomorrow. Let's have some fun tonight." he suggested. “Why don't you stay here with me? Besides a restaurant, this is ...."

Once it told her where she could find the rest of her daughter. “In gullets,” it had said. “Building the bones of strong animals. Feeding the universe. Decaying with the leaves.” “That’s lovely,” she had told the voice in her dream, and then it wrapped around her neck like a lover’s hands and tried to strangle her. “I’m back,” she answered him now. “You ran off so quickly before that I wasn’t sure I would see you again.” Casual. Nonchalant. Simply a murderer unknowingly talking to his victim’s mother, after all. A warm sunny day in the poor district of the city.

she scream and angrily shove her hand into my stomach and my eyes bulk out as pain surge through my body . "you know you can't kill me because we are both linked "she said smiling and I frown ,fuck she knows about that . "grahhhh ,we might be but I can still do this "I said and thrust another stake through her heart and she gasped out blood before she finally died . and when I say died I don't mean permanently because she's an original which can't be killed by just a stake . I turn to destine and Victoria who were just starring at me with no emotion on their faces.i grab Lenny body and zoomed out of the room using the window as my exit door ...

an inspiring union, i guess it is but the difference i believe is that vampires sex wolves in their human form, but my fantasy had always been to fuck beasts in their real form. She was too tight and the friction was so much but I didn't caIe, it only stoIted me from riding her so fast and when she started to bleed it provided the perfect lubricant for her animal sizeanimal-sizedulled out of her an hour later, she was wasted and was whimpering in pain, i didnt waIt her to die on me, it wouldn't be as fun as me killing her, taking my knife i held herIneck tight not paying attention to her half closed eyes sent the knife to her chest, her struggle was little and assuring that she was very muc

We stand like that for a count of ten, the same ten heartbeats I counted in the Storm Corridor, and then he releases my hand and steps back. “Goodnight, Serafina.” “Goodnight, Domenico.” I open the door to my quarters and step inside. The room is dark, the window streaked with rain, and I do not light the candle again. I stand in the darkness with my palm pressed flat against the door, feeling the wood cool and solid under my hand, and I listen to his footsteps receding down the corridor. He is walking toward the chapel. I know it without seeing him. He is going back to the ledger, back to the page with the authorization code and the surname that matches his own, back to the proof that his b