Descendants Mal And Ben Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Is this you? Thought you were dead?" He didn't look in the least pleased. Ben had his dick buried in the insides of Malia and had plans to fuck her all through the night till the very next day when she wouldn't be able to move an inch from her side of the bed. Only for his sleep to be disrupted by the arrival of Damon, informing him about the person who had come in from the night howlers pack.

Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions “What are you talking about?” I can’t seem to let go of him. A buzzing has started in my head again, but this time it isn’t painful, it’s a lightness. My arms a ripped off of Ben, and my wolf lets out a low growl. She does not appreciate being separated from her mate. “The two of you can f*ck later. I want to know what the hell is going on in our packs. ANd I want to know NOW!” Malcolm snarls.

"No one heard what happened between us. It was private. Only I heard you moan and cry out. Only I felt your body shuddering when—" "Stop it. I shouldn't have done it. Not when you have Bridals wanting to join us." Malcolm balled his fists, fighting for control, but it was damned hard when he was starving. "There is nothing I can do about them. They wouldn't know how to survive on their own." "You're kidding me! How many centuries old do they need to be before they can grow up?"

The little girl clutched a ragged bunny and looked at him hopefully, “A real one?” “Yes, lass.” Malcom laughed as Owen slid into the car, closing the door behind him. “I live in a real castle.” “Ok then.” Serena nodded, “I can’t wait to go there.” “I can’t wait for ye to see it.” Malcom agreed. A pang flitted through his heart. First for the little girl who had been through so much at the hands of monsters like Henry Reacher, and also for the thought of the pups he so desperately wanted with Poppy. Would they have her red hair or his brown? He hoped they looked like her.

Xander again nods. "Who is the beta's descendants?" Xander sighs. "Since I found out the cursed skipped me, I've been doing some digging and found out that Jerry Desmond is Beta Kirk Desmond's descendent," "Jerry? As in Julia's mate?" Xander nods. "You mean Dominic and Bane will have the same mate?" "Yes," "When will the curse end?" "When Caliana chooses a Caputo of the Demond's," "After all these years, she hasn't ever chosen a Caputo?"

Jasper followed silently behind him, the weight of the conversation with their father still sitting heavy on both their shoulders. The living room was quiet, but not empty. Tasha and Vivian were seated on the couch, their eyes immediately snapping to the brothers. “What did he say?” Vivian asked. Julian dropped the duffel bag on the table. “Everything. He told us everything.” Jasper let out a breath, like he’d been holding it the whole drive home. “Malcolm was worse than we imagined. It’s not just about the past, he’s been planning this for years.”

I froze. Maverick glanced at me, that teasing smirk spreading slowly across his face, and I wanted to melt, to scold or shove him away, and at the same time, I didn’t want to move. We complied mechanically, my fingers brushing against his, and my skin seemed to ignite with every accidental contact. “Good, good! This is fantastic!” Mum said, snapping a few more photos. “I can’t wait to print these. Maybe I’ll even put them in frames… oh, you’ll love this, Malia, I’ll make a little gallery!”

I glanced back at Kieran, who looked like he wanted to intervene but couldn't. "You're making a mistake," he mouthed. I knew. But terrible ideas were all I had left. This was happening. I was dating Barton Russo's daughter. And Mali was going to kill me.

Their care is unending, and their love is a constant presence that soothes my soul. "I’m so grateful for you both," I whisper one evening, as Ethan gently brushes a strand of hair from my face. Arnold smiles softly, his hand resting on mine. "We’re here for you, Hazel. Always." I nod because I’m overcome with emotion as I watch them fuss over our daughters, while their laughter fills the room with warmth and joy. Zena and Kamila, our precious girls. They are symbols of hope and promise, and they have been destined to lead our kingdom with grace and wisdom.

His cum dripped down my chin, mingling with my tears, a stark reminder of his dominance, his control. ***** I came to ruin my ex. I never meant to kneel for his father. I came back to ruin Caleb Vane. I had a plan that was cold, sharp, and merciless. But then I met Malric Vane. The man doesn’t flirt. He commands. One glance and my legs trembled. One word and I was on my knees. He’s the Lycan every wolf fears. The man no one touches. And now I wake up in his bed, spread wide, bite-marked, and dripping for more. He says I wasn’t born…I was made. Made to obey. Made to please him. And the worst part? He’s right. Because every time he calls me good girl, I forge