Elite Dangerous Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I felt my body being lifted, then gently placed onto something soft. “Sky… I’m sorry.” After that, I sank into darkness. In my dream, I used force to push someone onto a bed and straddled him. Like a wild animal finally freed from its cage, driven purely by instinct, I attacked the person beneath me. “No… Sky…” Moans and low groans filled the air. Everything felt unbearably hot, intoxicating, addictive. I buried my face against his neck, inhaled his scent, then bit down—marking him as mine.

Lucifer said as the fans kept on screaming. "I'm crazy for you." Lucifer said and pointed to Ely. Ely's eyes widened and he took off his soot hat. "Sis sa'tin ba ?!" Exclamation of a Fans. "His fans are angry, they're feeling them." Paula's promise. "Don't be so loud!" Ely said and pinched Paula.

His love for her changed, but it never left. Days, weeks, months, then became years without her. Things became meaningless. As if she took all the colors in his world when she left. Shortly after that, he learned the truth. Eleanor never cheated, the video he received was fake. The girl in the video and photos is Eleanor’s younger sister, Elise. She planned everything as she knew they had similar body features and their faces were almost the same, using a few contours. She looked exactly like Eleanor. She wants to take Eleanor’s position as the Alpha’s mate and what’s worse about it is their parents knew about it and they let it happen. They don't want Eleanor to have the title Alpha Zane's

“Depends. If you have to do It to get what I want.” “What do you want, that I would have to go on a date with an old man, why would he agreed to go on a date with me.” “Because you're hot.” Did he just say that about her. Or maybe she heard wrong but she did heard him call her hot. Her cheek turns red. She looked away, slowly biting her lips. With a smile on her face. “I had Aziel took a picture of your body and sent to him. He didn't add your face to it. So you're safe. Your name tonight would be Celia. Not Elina. And this is your ID.”

“She holds grudges like you hold secrets.” Elena had resumed her pacing, completely unaware of my presence. She muttered, “After all these…” she went on. “he thinks that damn clause is supposed to make us ‘fall in love’?” She scoffed, shaking her head, “As if that would ever happen.” I couldn’t help but smirk at her words. It was almost funny, in a twisted way. Elena’s rant continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she turned her back to the sealed wing. “I swear I hate him. What kind of medieval alpha forces his mate to fall in love? Oh, wait, of course, Xavier Stormborne, master of control and—”

Everyone in the room laughed a lot at his reply. Elliot and Reuel become best friends. Pearl and these boys were playing with the new babies. Lily was with them. Another family members left outside giving us privacy. "So happy Wifey?" He asked me. "Yes, so happy," I chirped happily. "I love you, Mr Liam Matthews, the Mafia Emperor," I snake my hands around his neck. "I love you, too Mrs Elsa Liam Matthews, the mafia Empress..." He halted and shook his head negatively. Then continued, "The Mafia Emperor's Addiction."

ELIAS Amara had gone crazy. There was no other explanation. It seemed this was her last-ditch attempt to cling to a fantasy she had written in her own mind and then convinced herself was real. I could not deny that once, long ago, I had helped create that fantasy. She was one of the first ones I slept with back in Elite. One of many, if I were being honest. Back then, I was a walking pile of bad decisions and impulsive stupidity. I didn’t care about consequences. I didn’t care about who caught feelings or who got hurt. I never wanted to tie myself to anyone. I made that clear every time, including with her.

Climbing over him, I straddled his chest, looking down at him like prey that I refused to let escape. I whispered, “I hate you, but I can’t lose you even if I want to. You’re mine. I, Elisse La Rovan, am the mate of you, Alpha Dario Dravenhall." His hands gripped my hips instantly. His voice was a low, dangerous warning. “Elisse …” “What?” “Don’t play with me,” he snarled, his fingers sliding to my waist. “You can’t push me away and then crawl on top of me like this.”

Damian whispers against his ear, voice low and commanding, “Tonight, you belong to me. Every shiver, every heartbeat, every breath. And tomorrow… we face them together. Side by side. No one takes you from me. Not my father. Not my brother. No one.” Eli trembles slightly but nods, pressing his forehead against Damian’s chest. “I’m yours. Always.” Damian smiles darkly, tugging him closer, his hands moving along Eli’s back in a possessive, controlled rhythm. “Good. That’s exactly how it should be.” They stay like that for hours, the apartment quiet except for their whispers and soft movements. Every touch, every brush of fingers, every low murmur, is both a reassurance and a preparation. Damian

Elijah confessed, and Elara could see the regret in Elijah's eyes. Elara felt a pang in her chest, the pain of Elijah and Fiona's betrayal creeping back in. "I'm sorry, Elijah, but Damian is my Alpha now, and I choose him," Elara replied, rising from her seat, unwilling to prolong the conversation. But before she could reach for the doorknob, Elijah enveloped her from behind in a tight embrace. "What do you see in that guy?! He's a bastard child, a pawn of the emperor, and he can't give you what you want. I can provide all those things; I know I'm the only one you can love, Elara," Elijah retorted, holding Elara tightly.