Dimension 20 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

DAWN My heart is throbbing against my chest with each second that ticks by with him confining me with his body, and his eyes on me, not diverting it away for even a second. “Will you like me to show you?” He mumbles again, and I wriggle my head which for some odd reasons he thinks its funny because he chuckles. “Why cupcake? You don't want me between your thighs like the last time? I can still remember the way you pleaded for it…”

she squeaked and fans her face. I ignore Alex and stare at this Adam guy she was talking about, he had blonde wavy hair that had little brown at the edges, his jaw line was perfect, he had pouted pink lips and hazel eyes too like his sister, now that I think of it, they had alot in common. Audre or whatever was whispering something into his ear and he burst out laughing, shooting me perfect set of white teeth and I saw a dimple pop out... Wow these guys were all hotties. No wonder they were the number one populars....

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More emotional than physical. This is Night Twenty. Our second-to-last night. Our— No. Not second-to-last. Because tomorrow isn't the end. It's the beginning. Night Twenty-One isn't about finishing an arrangement. It's about starting a marriage. A life. A forever. And as I fall asleep in Damien's arms, Hope safe between us, Richard in critical care, Maya rescued, the evidence secured— As I fall asleep, I let myself believe it. We made it. We survived. We won.

] Mom gave a bitter smile and nodded toward the judge. Soon, dense transaction records filled the big screen. At a glance, almost all of them were from nightclubs, bars, and male escorts… Under the consumer's name, it clearly said Matilda. The crowd instantly exploded. [Damn, no wonder Matilda is so skinny. But it’s not from hunger, she’s been living a dirty life!] [This is hilarious. She spent all her money drinking and fooling around. Of course, she has nothing left to eat.] [I knew it. A philanthropist who treats outsiders so well. How could she possibly abuse her own daughter?]

The fabric gave way, sliding down her body in a pool of silk that gathered at her feet like a discarded skin. She stood there in the center of the room, bare except for her black lace bra and the matching panties that were already beginning to feel uncomfortably tight. The swell of her breasts moved with every labored breath she took. Damien’s eyes were locked on them, dark and predatory. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he reached for her, his fingers twitching with the need to touch. "Fuck, Bianca," he growled. His voice was thick, caught in the back of his throat. "You’re so fucking perfect."

NOTE : GUYS THIS CHAPTER IS HIGHLY 18+ THIS CHAPTER CONSISTS OF VOILENCE IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER ◇NO POV◇ The dark room which is whole terrific a king size bed a girl is sleeping naked on the bed her whole body is filled with marks of whip

Vanessa lunged at me and tackled me to the ground. She straddled me and looked down at me, her eyes glowing dark red, almost black, with a look of pure hatred painted on her face. It was in that moment that I realized my sweet, innocent Vanessa really was gone, replaced by a monster made of twisted ideals, raw emotion, and an indomitable will to destroy humanity as we know it. She no longer saw me as her mother, but rather as an obstacle in the way of her achieving her goal.

One or two just… flickered, as if the system didn’t know whether to mark them as alive or dead. I’d written maybe two chapters of “Bone City” before abandoning it for Neon City fanfic. “Ghosts in the Vents” was three lines of an idea in a sticky note app. “Dead Girls Don’t Trend” had been a half‑drunk rant to a friend that never made it past the message window. They were all here. On my grave. My throat closed. Behind me, the soft shuffle and rustle of boots on paper told me the others were moving, fanning out, discovering their own stones.

This time, he dunk his finger in anus, thrusting me, making me feel equal parts pain and pleasure. Mindlessly, I begin to slowly, mildly milk his fingers. The muscles of both sensitive parts of me starts to suck on his fingers, squeezing him. Leaning close, Dima’s breath fans my back which is covered by the thin fabric of my dress shirt and he kisses my spine. A tingle roll down my veins, exploding to other internal parts of me. It’s strange, yet mind-blowing. “Now, tell me, rypka…” His…his hoarse voice spread through me. Stretching me further apart, he leans close to my ear and ask, his breath ghosting over my ears. “What did you see that you were forbidden from seeing?”