Doom Crossover Archive Novels & Stories

He pleased earnestly. "Miss Bryan, I'm Arlene Bryan!" I hollered in frustration. "Oh, I'm really sorry. Please, don't let us lose our jobs." He attempted to hold my arm again but I immediately yanked my hand away and pointed my finger to the short man. "Don't you dare touch me." I threatened, "Tell my mother that I'm going out to a place that's very important so she such stop being such an annoying d**k" I angrily stormed out of the compound and walked to Swan's Atelier.

It’s now been updated to include the murders of Jack and Ava Cross and the kidnapping of their daughters. “…Take me in the moonlight, at our favorite spot near the cedar tree, I’m already wet and waiting for you, my Alpha. I cum just thinking about you inside me. I’m touching myself right now.” “Let me see! Did Beryl send a pussy pic?” demands Wolfe.

Do not play with Archer. _____ She put on her hoody and wiped out the stain of blood on her lips as she took the courage to open the door of their house. She knew she would be doomed the moment her brother found out that she got into trouble again. She got into a fight, as usual. She has her reasons, and she badly wants to turn her life upside down. Selah Damson is so desperate for a change that she wants it to happen right away.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Their present hiding place belongs to the beast and is only known by a few, top exclusive members of the brotherhood. The dimly lit room offered little comfort to Claus as he stared intently at the mysterious contents sprawled across the table. His fingers traced the edges of a crumpled envelope, its corners stained by countless hands before his own. The scent of tobacco and old paper filled the air, creating an atmosphere heavy with intrigue.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Later that day, Damon entered Club Solace, a fortress of quiet opulence nestled deep in the hills - a sanctuary for the power elite. At the center table sat Adrian Cross, a man with skin like marble and eyes like cold steel. He didn’t rise when Damon entered. He simply gestured to the seat across from him. “You’ve inherited quite the mess, Mr. Thorne”. Damon sat but didn’t shake his hand. “Cut the pleasantries”. Adrian smirked. “Fair enough. Let me offer clarity. I can bury the past for you. The journal. The fallout. Everything. In return, you merge with my network. The Thorne-Cross Alliance

“They don’t know what happens if the system dies.” Silence. Luca’s pulse dropped cold. Because suddenly He realized something none of them had considered. If the neural core shut down completely… What happened to the archived fragments trapped inside it? What happened to the children? Damon looked toward Hale sharply. “What happens to them if we destroy the network?” Hale hesitated. Again. And this time even he looked unsettled by the answer. “The archive may collapse entirely.” “Meaning?” “The neural imprints could be erased permanently.”

Rose looked at Amara after reading and pulled her towards a room. "Amara tell me what happened?? What is going on? Yesterday you told me it was something about your family and now this? Tell me the truth. What really happened yesterday?" Rose shot questions after questions at Amara. Amara was quite for a while and started to speak. She explained how Adian wanted to talk, how he pulled her inside the store room and how he force fully kissed her. After listening to everything Rose was pissed.

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

She came again, screaming, body convulsing in his arms while their eyes stayed locked. “Fuuuuck! I’m cumming again—shit, I can’t stop cumming on your cock! Arghh!” Damon groaned loudly, his control finally breaking. “I’m gonna cum deep inside you. Take every drop.” Damon buried himself as deep as possible and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pulsing pussy. He kept his eyes on hers the entire time, groaning her name as he filled her completely. “Feel that? I’m breeding you. This cunt is full of me now.”