Dirty Fanfiction Magcon Novels & Stories

But the way he was looking at me, confident, patient, hungry, made heat bloom low in my belly. “I… I don’t know, Liam,” I whispered. “This is crazy. What if Mom and Richard find out?” “They won’t,” he said simply. “This stays between us. Two weeks. No pressure. You can say stop anytime.” He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “But I think you want this, Emma. I think you’ve been fantasizing about someone experienced showing you what it’s like.” I shivered at his touch. My nipples had hardened under my hoodie. I was still wet from touching myself earlier, and now his offer was making it worse.

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

Cocong exclaimed irritatedly. "Sorry, I have a wife already," Alfi replied. "Honey, I don't mind if you are gay. I might like it." Megumi said gently. "Well, your wife approves it already!" Cocong exclaimed. "You traitor!" Alfi exclaimed irritatedly. "I'm sorry honey. Actually, I am into BL." Megumi is trembling. It's a good thing you don't know BL. Stay innocent, please! 'Tsk! Hey, Cocong! Aren't you a masochist?! Isn't it okay for you to do you once or twice?!"

His grip on my hip bordering on painful. Oops. The big bad alpha was angry. “No, yes, I mean…” “Princess.” “I read, okay? As in romance with dark themes. This isn’t really that crazy. Now obviously that’s fiction, and this is reality, but… dub-con is one of my kinks.” “Dub-con?”

Dear Reader, My editor and the people of GoodNovel haven't resonded to a single email or checked my edits in over 2 months now. They own Middle Land but they haven't been forthcoming about anything else. They refused to acknowledge my completed work that was up for competition: Talk Dirty to Me. They said this book would sign as exclusive and it's non-exclusive, so I don't get the benefits of being a writer from this story. I'm writing it because of my sheer love of reading and writing romance novels.

"I know. Jen's a member." Emma blushed, pulling her hand out of Ray's, saddened by what she was about to do. "It's not just a spa. It's a place where women can have their fantasies brought to life." Ray cocked his head, studying Emma closely. "What do you mean, 'fantasies'?" Her blush deepened. "I mean sexual fantasies, Ray." He stood up, jumping to his feet with such force that he nearly turned the heavy coffee table over. "I don't understand," he said, moving further out into the room. "Jen goes there five or six times a month. Are you telling me she goes there to-"

Damn girl, why the dirty intrusive thoughts? " Are you a magician because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears." I joke and the man bursts out laughing. " Do you mind if I join you? " He ignores my comment and asks. " Of course not. The more the merrier." I respond and he moves to the empty seat next to me. I take my time to admire him while my mind wonders if God knew I needed to be laid and decided to bring me a Greek god to do the job. I mean, I don't mind spreading my legs for him and letting him break that damn v-card. And a baby, goodness. What I will do to have him send his sperms straight to my womb.

I don’t even know what I’m searching for because the room is filled with my bridesmaids. Tonight isn’t just about silly dares or dollar bills tucked into a dancer’s thong. Yet the longer I sit here, the more I feel disappointment sinking into my stomach. I’m a white girl with one fantasy: to be dominated and wrecked by two or more black men. I’ve dreamed of it for years but never had the chance. Now I’m twenty-three and almost a wife… I’ll be damned if I don’t do this one last thing before I’m tied down.

“I'll eradicate every last one of them from the surface of this world, if I have to.” I followed the trial of the cart to an open valley. Meara's scent had just been there, or I could smell a drop of her blood. But something else was there with me. Dead carcass. Immediately it lunged at me as I turned to face it, but I was left stunned. My feral red eyes dimmed for a moment. It was a brown fur Lycan, only that this particular Lycan smelled like a vampire. I had seen this before. A conjuring—Necromancy. Such magic was forbidden, lost to ancient wars. It takes only a powerful witch to be able to conjure a soul from the underworld into a dead Lycan's body.