Doom Fanfic Novels & Stories

If terrenes had established laws against illicit affairs, in Heavenly Realm, romantic relationships between angels were forbidden. What would happen to the both of us? Doom moved, his eyes opened, then he noticed I was watching him. He scanned my face, then traced my features with his fingertips. "Thank you," he mouthed. "For what?" I said, almost a whisper. He didn't answer. He stared at me with a genuine smile. Doom sighed as he began to speak. "I hope we can be like this together. Forever," I smiled at him. "I was wondering, how did we end up here?" he giggled. "I was just asking you if we can date, but you undressed me…such a naughty angel,"

Her words painted a picture of a life filled with promise and love, a life that had taken a sharp turn into darkness. "I was in love, deeply in love," Carol continued, her voice growing softer. "His name was David. We were young and reckless, but we believed we could conquer the world together." Claus could hear the ache in Carol's voice as she spoke of her past love. He could see the shadows of regret that haunted her eyes. "We had dreams," Carol said, a hint of a bitter smile on her lips. "We talked about marriage, about building a life together. But then... then he got to know about how involved I was with El Patrio, the Beast, the organization.

You just need to know that you're capable of doing terrible things. I turned and walked away without another word. Even after I'd gone quite a distance, I could still hear Amber screaming behind me. "Let me out! Please! I can't stay here! Let me out!" I had no intention of releasing them. Dad would be dead within days anyway. Medical resources were already scarce. Why waste them on criminals? Since Amber was such a devoted daughter, she could stay with him forever. A year and a half into the apocalypse, the sun finally set at night again. The world slowly returned to normal.

Damon's pov Sunday 4th July 2021 ***************************** I don't enjoy going to see Orion but it's a necessary evil. If I stop going Marcus will kick me out of the club and then I'll have nothing that I enjoy. I enjoy hurting people. That's really the only thing that makes me happy. I'm diagnosed with a severe form of Antisocial Personality Disorder. Which means I'm a psychopath. I lack empathy and remorse which means I have no issue in manipulating people for my own gain. All Orion's words of course, I don't see how that's a bad thing, I think more people in the world should be selfish to get on top.

“This tight pussy is mine now.” He fucked me hard and deep, the bed shaking. I wrapped my legs around him, nails digging into his back. “Harder,” I gasped. “Give me what you’ve been holding back.” Damon pounded into me relentlessly. Dirty words spilled from his mouth. “Been dreaming about this cunt for months. Soaking my fingers while I watched you. Now I’m buried inside my favorite actress.” I came violently around him, screaming. He followed right after, filling me with hot cum.

"You think someone's still here?" "I think you don't know, and I don't know, and that's a shit combination to be standing next to a broken door about." He came back with a crowbar and a flashlight, worked the crowbar into the seam by the lock, and put his whole body weight into it. The door groaned, resisted, then gave all at once with a metal shriek loud enough that a flock of birds exploded out of the trees behind us. "Fuck," I hissed, heart slamming. "Warn a girl next time."

Liam's voice is confused and slightly annoyed. Clutching my phone, I deepen my voice, making it sound menacing. "Liam, this is a warning. Stay away from Zoe, or you'll face the consequences." I've crossed a line I never thought I'd breach. However, the intense desire to make Zoe mine has unleashed a fierce passion within me. If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I'd be threatening someone like this, I would have thought they were crazy. But I've changed—the sleeping beast within me has awoken, and I'm now willing to go to great lengths to fulfil my desire.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

DIDNT I. Damon growled while squeezing doctors throat even more. The Doctors face turned white because he was completely out of breath. He tried to speak tried to make Damon to leave him but all went in vain. At last, Damon slammed the Dr on the floor making him cough vigorously...He grabbed the gun from his man and pointed at the Dr... The doctor started to beg him... Jk: why should I leave you. I TOLD YOU I WANT HIM ALIVE... TALKING WALKING AND YOU.

” Damon ~”I was going to say thank you until you called me a whore. Rowan ~”Come on bro we all know you were. You know I wish you and all those good things but I want to tell a story.” Damon ~”Oh my god just don't believe a word he says.” Rowan ~”Hahaha believe me this is true. When Damon was fourteen, he had this crush on a girl, her name was Debbie.” Brody ~”Hahaha I remember old Debbie does Dallas.”