Envy Fanart Novels & Stories

She lowered the weapon, almost guilty. Everyone left. I remained standing, watching her. She wiped sweat from her forehead, breathing hard, exhausted. Yet she never quit. Something inside me shifted completely. I imagined. Not Lena hiding behind me. But standing beside me. In meetings. At negotiations. On battlefields. On the throne beside me. Equal. Not protected. Feared. Respected. The image refused to leave. I hated how much I liked it. This wasn't just an obsession anymore. I began imagining a future. And that was far more dangerous than any enemy.

Daniel let out a chuckle beside him. "I don't think so. They hate eachother so much they want to rip eachother 's throats out. The camera translates that kind of friction into chemistry. Just let them cook" "Good, hold that pose" The photographer called out. Elliot's gaze was intense, unblinking and deep down in those dark eyes, Jade could see a faint, wicked spark of the captain who knew exactly what secrets they were hiding from everyone else in the room.

It feels nice to have feisty enemies, makes your reputation grow. "We did coke, Harley," I say, not ashamed to speak the truth. After losing Bel, I don't give a damn about what the Powers think of me anymore. "We didn't go around begging our enemies for their last name." Her fingers curl to fists. I can literally see her gritting her teeth and know that my words struck a nerve. It is easy to annoy Harley; she is always unguarded. One sexual remark here, one sarcastic comment there and you have yourself a Harley Powers ready to strangle you to death.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

Chapter 28:I can feel you, Michael Julia looked around the room and sighed. “Typical Corporate America-style hotel room,” she said. “The walls are beige and papered. There's a band of patterned paper up at the top of the wall that's supposed to be decorative. Green and red swirls on it. I've got two paintings, well prints, to look at. There's an obnoxious little girl in a frilly pink dress, and a landscape, a Turner I think.”

Like she didn’t understand what the term ’fuck buddy’ was. He should’ve ignored this one too. He should’ve just locked his phone and kept walking. But something, maybe curiosity or irritation, nudged him to open it. The message expanded, and the photo loaded in bright detail. There was Ainsley, posing in front of a mirror in her bedroom, one hip jutting out, her lips slightly parted in what she likely thought was a sultry look. She wore a violet lingerie set...lace, sheer panels, thin straps clearly designed to lure him in, just like always.

Catherine POV Chapter 1 I leaned closer to the webcam, feeling the cool air from the fan brush against my skin as I adjusted the black leather collar around my neck, making sure it sat just right, tight enough to feel the pressure but not so much that it restricted my breathing completely. The room around me was quiet except for the low hum of my laptop and the occasional ping of notifications, the dim light from the ring light casting shadows on my walls covered in posters and scattered clothes. On the screen, the chat was alive with messages scrolling up fast, viewers typing out their demands and compliments, sending virtual hearts and tipping generously every time I moved in a way that pl

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

“Now… the color.” “Red,” Rob said from behind us. I whipped my head toward him. “Excuse me?” “You’ll stand out and disappear at the same time. No one would associate it with your real life,” he added lazily, flipping through a file like this wasn’t about me becoming someone else entirely. Liana nodded. “A deep scarlet. Rich and dramatic. You’ll look dangerous. Perfect.” I let out a quiet breath and nodded. “Fine. But no bleach.” “Of course not. Your hair’s a gift. I’ll treat it like one.”

Eira did not sit for long, after finishing her talk, she got up and left. Brawen stood wearily in front of the mirror, slowly removing the blindfold. Juventus' blood red irises in the mirror were looking small. Put your hand on your left chest, feel the two pieces of two hearts in harmony. Looking at every inch of beautiful pink and white skin, no one knows that it was once joined by another layer of skin. This body, ¼ belongs to Juventus. Brawen is boring, if only the brain and Brawen soul controlling this body were Juventus.