Doom Fanfic Novels & Stories

In my previous life, I had read about it weeks after it happened, a collapsed empire, a CEO who had fought alone and lost, a company destroyed and absorbed by people who had been circling it for years. But I was a year earlier now. The collapse hadn't happened yet and I knew exactly how to stop it. I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the article. He had dark eyes and a llittle girl with a stuffed rabbit asking if I was okay. Marcus Donovan. I opened the article and started reading.

I just couldn't wrap my mind around what it is but please can someone tell me why I'm so demn scared. His eyes locked on mine, burning like fire under ice. “Doom has begun.” And instead of disappearing like some mystery ghost-man, he stepped closer. One step. Two. The air thickened with him, pressing against me. My body screamed run, but my legs betrayed me. I stood there like an idiot, frozen in place. Typical. Up close, he was worse. Too perfect. Too intense. His face looked carved, sharp angles and tired eyes that didn’t belong to anyone ordinary. He smelled faintly like rain and something sharper, something that made my stomach twist.

I barely heard myself moaning over the sound of skin against skin, the slap of flesh and the ragged gasps that filled the room. Then another thought hit me. Selena. Selena, who was so far gone over Kaid she had a sex doll molded after him. The way she fucked that thing. The obsession. The delusion. I laughed even as Damon hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl. She was going to lose her mind. And I was going to enjoy every second of it. Damon grunted behind clenched teeth. “Does this… make you happy?” I gasped, nodded, barely coherent. “Y-Yes. You’re the best. Damon—fuck—you’re the best—”

I tell Doom. He pauses mid-face-cleaning and gives me the classic I’m-a-cat-and-not-even-I-believe-you’re-shit look. “I hope he gets blinded by pictures of Chloe’s hanging tits,” I add, trying harder. Doom is still not buying it. Then I see it. The last message. D Stalker: Merry Christmas, my love 💗 Soon we’ll be together forever. I drop the phone onto the bed with a soft groan. Will this guy ever stop? I don’t have the energy left to deal with him. Not even a molecule.

Chapter 4 – The Red Wedding… Amara Romano POV So today is dooms day. The day I sell my soul to the devil. The day my life is given to the man. Damien may not be the reason I’m in this situation. But he could have said no. Damien is far from ready to get married. Neither am I by the way.

Rumor seems unsatisfied, I watch her face the entire time, and honestly I see the fight that draws Caelum to her, it's not just her pussy that has him wanting her again, it's the unbothered nature she has, the animalistic nature behind her passion. “Every show like this?” Bee whispers? “Nah, she's in a good mood tonight.” I joke, my gaze drawing back to the show Rumor and her pet are working so effortlessly to give us. She's still flogging him, his back now pierced by the silver in the belt, Rumor is whispering words of degradation to him as she whips him, hard, as if to beat the kink out of him. His screams are louder now, more urgent, but Rumor doesn't stop just yet, she only slows the pac

Throw Me Away Play these little games Acting like it's all good Today, today Go Fuck Yourself - Two Feet (...) Ella It took me a while to get to sleep the night before. Because, for some reason, my mind seemed to be on alert. I kept remembering over and over again the image of Justin saving me and my kitten from the killer tree. And when I fell into that chest? My body lit up just remembering it. My mouth filled with water, thinking when I noticed the bulge in his shorts.

Makes a small fantasy I never really knew I had bloom in the back of my mind and wishing that right now shit was back to the way it was and we aren’t in this fucked up little co-parenting/separation period so I could sit back with my cock in my hand and watch as Dante fucks the shit out of Durani’s mouth like the little slut she is for us, while this Nico guy fucks her tight little pussy. I want nothing more the to hear her small moans as she chokes on Dantes dick as he slams it down her throat. The memories of watching the mixture of spit and my cum ooze out of her mouth from forcing her not to swallow so she can swallow my cum with the cum of my brothers now has me rock fucking hard and no

Savannah gripped the dagger hidden in her arms and drove it hard into Edmund's stomach. Blood gushed out in an instant, soaking through his clothes and dripping steadily from the hilt onto the floor. Terror twisted his face as he begged for mercy, "Sav, I know I was wrong! Please, spare me! I'll give everything back to you!" Savannah didn't waver. She yanked the blade out and plunged it in again, over and over. She kept at it until blood spilled from Edmund's mouth, leaving him unable to speak. Then, with a thud, his body hit the floor.

Bobby was still talking when I slyly opened the door and suddenly it felt like a wormhole into nothingness trying to suck in both of us, I didn't know what was on the other side but I knew it wasn't something good so I held on firmly to the door of the cabin as it swung to and fro. Bobby on the other hand held unto a table, I could tell the table was going to give in any moment since it kept moving momentarily towards the void of darkness. I tried grabbing onto Bobby's collar to pull him in but my hand couldn't reach him. Like a breeze, I saw someone reaching out to Bobby and pulling him into a safe spot, he staggered towards me also, grabbing my two arms and pulling me unto himself. We both