F1 Fanfic Novels & Stories

he said "stay away from Lucy, this is between the both of us" I said "okay fine but I want you to introduce me to her" he said "why should I", I asked " don't play that game with me unless you want me to blow your cover" he said " okay fine is that all you want?", I asked "as her father", he replied " what the hell!!!", I cursed " are you crazy" I asked "that girl is almost sixteen" I said

“Then why do you keep coming back to me?” He hesitated, then reached out, his fingers brushing mine. Sparks shot through me, and my camera in my hand short-circuited, the screen flickering to black. Kade’s lips curved into a rare, almost shy smile. “Because I’ve been dreaming of you.” For a moment, everything else faded, the rain, the town, the rules. It was just us. Something wild, something forbidden, was pulling us together.

As soon as I thought of that, the sassy queen bee stepped out of the same door Negan came out from. "Sorry." I apologized quickly and got out. I can't believe they're having an affair, what am I even saying?!. Was I expecting him to like me?. Gosh why am I even bothered?. I feel so weird. I sigh and walked back to the cafeteria, I moved towards Suzy and the others and took my seat. I didn't contribute to their conversations cause I didn't feel like. "Hey Quinn, are you fine?." Suzy inquires worriedly.

His icy tone nearly made me flinch. I sucked in a breath. “No… I—” “You said you wanted to leave because I was about to marry the Farindoria Princess,” he gritted out, his hands fisting. “And now that I said I want to marry you, your answer is still the same?!” “Yes!” I growled, shooting my hand up. He leaned over me, frowning. “Why? Give me one good reason.” My throat bobbed as I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. My heart pounded painfully as I whispered, “Because it wouldn't be real. Our mating… It wouldn't be real.”

Lisa stated disgusted. “I won’t be surprised, that girl was a gold digger, it was even evident in the way she tried to steal Brian from me and pin that bastard child of hers on him. Useless girl.” Thelma looked more pissed as she remembered she had lost to Cindy on her quest to win back her best friend’s brother. Lisa looked at her friend in amusement, the poor girl had always had a crush on her brother, but it had turned to and obsession after sometime, Lisa knew it wasn’t healthy but she just couldn’t bring herself to intervene.

He was a transmigrator from another world, and I was nothing more than his target. I stared at his fake, affectionate face. At that moment, only one thought remained in my mind. Seven days later, at our wedding, I was going to run away. I was going to make him fail his mission. I wanted him dead! The next second, the hospital room door was pushed open. My best friend, Tiffany Dunn, rushed to my bedside, her eyes slightly red. “Oh my God, Summer, how did you get hurt this badly… Those men, did they…”

Damien would do it for sure. All I said was it was going to be an arranged marriage. When I was done with my narrating of the story, she nodded thoughtfully. I sighed lying for the first time to Cassandra and being successful in selling it to her. She always caught.. "You have got jokes, Eden. Damien is obviously not an arranged marriage material. That one month prince guy who never happened to be found with the same girl after a month is doing an arranged marriage! Don't try to fool me." Cassandra raised her voice at last, "I already heard it but you better not take me as Brenda."

Blood, hot and sweet, flooded his tongue while Elias’s hand fisted in his hair and pulled him closer. “Fuck you,” Elias hissed in the dream, but his legs spread wider, letting Ronan settle between them. Their cocks rubbed together, slick with sweat and pre cum, the friction brutal and perfect. Ronan thrust harder, pinning the vampire king beneath his heavier frame, one hand wrapping around both their lengths and stroking rough and fast. Elias’s head fell back, exposing more of that long throat, body shuddering every time Ronan’s thumb brushed over the sensitive head of his cock.

I slapped her ass playfully. “You want me to play at being your girlfriend?” she whispered. The hand I had on her ass squeezed hard. “No, Darcie. I want you to act like my old lady.” *** “You’re crazy.” Fang laughed when I folded myself into the seat next to him. “There has to be easier ways of getting in her panties than tying yourself to the girl.” He took a sip from his glass, but his eyes never left Darcie’s narrow back as she leant across the bar. Her shoulders shook as she laughed at whatever the girl behind the bar was saying to her.

And no amount of playful teasing or literary verbal sparring could excuse the undeniable portent of those stirrings beginning to echo primal battle hymns and lusty war drums through every thundering pore and firing synapse. A precursor ionization peeling free of long banked layers now, as if sensing external catalytic forces lacing closer with each forbidden slipstream. One fraught question alone remained - how much willpower could I have to ask him to be my fake boyfriend?