Enid And Wednesday Fanfiction Novels & Stories

and I immediately hid myself through the lockers as I realized who was the guy she was kissing I could tell from his back I've already memorized every single piece of his body It was Marko my fiance and my long time boyfriend how could he do this on our wedding day how could he betrayed me like this? I can't even move a muscle I just want to stay there in silent praying that they won't see me, how pathetic I am right??? I was the one who was betrayed yet praying not to get caught with this rotten cheats!!!... "Akirah would gone mad if she caught us babe!" I heard Aeida uttered as she moan "That dumbedhead would never caught us in fact she's the thirdwheel" Marko said it with confidence Like

The second one was from three years ago, posted on the exact same day as Wendell's tweet. @traceless_wind: "Stop it, Wendell. Tania's my best friend. We can never be together." @youthfulreverie: "I'm only dating her to punish you. Have you ever regretted your choice?" @traceless_wind: "I have, but Tania's my best friend. I can't do this to her." Gaping at their exchange, I felt as though I had been submerged in freezing water. Seven years. Wendell and Carissa had known each other for seven years and had been pining for each other for just as long.

I was so moved to tears that Thursday morning because my best friend actually woke up to carry her responsibilities of taking care of my stomach on her head like a hawker and I started to cry because I was so emotional. Eden told me that morning that I just needed to manage everything she cooked for a few days, then after she settles into Brian’s mansion she was going to fit me into her schedule so that we can always meet every time I go to kings villa so that she can send me food everyday, but now all our plans are in the mud because Mr Weston grounding her means that we are not likely to meet any time soon.

For so long, I had stayed in the shadows, watching her like a hawk, the guilt from years before threatening to tear my heart apart. I, Orson Wilson, one of the wealthiest figures in California, trailed behind her every time like a puppy. Not me directly, but I had eyes on her. The second I knew that her jerk of a husband had decided to marry her cousin, I knew I had to do something. But somehow, I feared that she would recognise me. But she doesn't. My eyes trailed over her again as we settled in the back of my car. The sweet scent of her mahogany hair oil filled the air. Her Almond-shaped Green eyes squirted as she read through the document she held. Her round face was etched with way too m

His gaze focused on me and he stepped closer and without hesitation I began to hungrily lick off the seed soaked shaft of our man. My lips became a passionate suckle upon him and with a chuckle I heard Wenzou depart. Now it was only us upon the rocky outcrop and glancing up I gave him all the love that was in me for him through both the touch of my lips and the look in my eyes.

Audrey : in her room Me: K thanks I raced up the stairs and opened her door She was standing in front of the mirror Me: hey She looked back with a worried face I walked to her and placed my hands on her shoulders then pecked her neck Me: are you okay? She sighed Blue : I'm getting ugly I laughed and kissed her cheek She turned and faced me Me: who told you that? Blue : I'm getting skinny I cupped her face and kissed her passionately Me: I love you Blue : I love you too Me: and you're pretty Queen Blue She chuckled I pulled her and we fell on the bed Me: I wanna go back to Edinburgh soon Blue : ohhh, when Me : on Wednesday Blue : that's the same day mother's going to Neptune City

Audrey A month passed, and the days were a blur. Senior year was no joke—constant essays, projects, and exams, each one more difficult and time-consuming than the last. I watched myself and my friends slowly crumble, already yearning for the end of the semester. But each week, I had something that would drive me along. Every Friday night at ten PM, like clockwork, I would slip away to meet Edwin in our hidden room in the basement. Often we would spend the entire night making love, our bodies moving together in a dance we were quickly perfecting as the weeks went on. There were always movies and games and books and snacks to enjoy, but we mostly just enjoyed each other, memorizing every part

“How did you meet?” Enid’s face softened with the memory. “We met in the town I grew up in. He was a merchant, always passing through with his goods. At first, it was just stolen glances, small smiles. I wasn’t sure if he even noticed me. But one day, he came up to me and offered me the most beautiful flower, something rare from a werewolf Pack. I was shy, but he kept coming back, always with a small token or a story. It didn’t take long for me to fall in love with him.” I smiled at the image of a younger Enid, timid yet falling for a man with such simple, genuine gestures. “That’s beautiful. So, what should I do for Olivine? How do I show him I care?”

In my case, at least when I was younger, I wanted to be a regular werewolf even though being a Green Eye made me very famous in the werewolf community. Just then, as I was lost in my thoughts, I saw a text from Enid and I swear I had no intention of texting her back. In the long text, she said she didn't think we should give up on what we had— I could only wonder what that was. She didn't believe that we were incompatible and she was confident that there was a way for us to work things out if we would just try. “Oh, dear,” I whispered as I perused the message. “What was I going to do now?”

Anchor her before something else does. “Not yet,” I muttered under my breath. The words tasted like rust. As dusk settled, Enid wiped her hands on a rag and finally shut down the workshop. She noticed me then, of course she did. She always did. Our eyes met across the yard. Something tugged hard and sharp in my chest, silver and burning. She looked away first, chin lifted, stubborn as a locked gate. Good. Safer that way.