F1 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“And I left before he woke up. Thought I’d never see him again. It was supposed to be a one-night stand." Sue leaned in, whisper-shouting, “And now he’s your boss?!” Aurelia covered her face. “Yes! Lucas freaking Winthrop.” Sue whistled under her breath. “Girl, I thought you were going to say you slept with your cousin’s ex or something. This is way hotter.” “Sue!” “I’m serious!” Sue grinned. “You, my friend, are living in a modern-day romance novel. Forbidden love, high fashion, hot CEO? It’s a spicy fan fiction.”

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.

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…”

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I agreed and glanced at Fane who was chewing on his bottom lip. "I think Firo is causing problems by using the gift he inherited from his mother. I just can't figure out how he infected them," I mumbled sourly and Fane glanced over at me. I cocked my brow and glared back at him. He cleared his throat and said he infected people with a certain sound pitch.

"It's alright now!" Fia saw that her mommy was being carried by her father and was jealous. She pouted and was about to run over to grab her mommy when Felix pulled her back. "Don't disturb them!" Fia angrily wanted to shake his hand off. "Why can't I disturb them? What if Dad carried Mommy and gave birth to a child? At that time, they will only like that child and not us! You're still a bookworm. You don't even know this. Idiot!"

I will hit another milestone soon i think, but i shouldn't be too much confident for that. Again, this will be deleted soon. Love you guys! And also, i have a F* group for my fans, and i will post updates so everyone will know i am updating! It is in my F* page, ANNE author. If you can't find it, there is a link in the comment section of my work.

“I loved you!.” “I am sorry my father was unbelievable!.”he replied “And you’re turning into him!.” Faye told him. Zemia went silent and stared into the clouds. “When this is all over we will get married!.” Zemia told Faye “You must be mad!!, you already marked that Lycan!.” Faye replied and got off the lounge chair. She might not like Alora but she was not willing to do such a thing, she might be a demon but she had a heart, a womanly heart.

I wish I had Misty so that I could use the link with him, but without her, the only one I can link is Randall, and that is only within the pack territory. I wanted to tell him that this is not his fault, that he is not responsible and that I care deeply about him. His flickering eyes are the last thing I see as I relax and allow the Vampire’s venom to do what I guess she wants it to do as my eyelids get heavy and I am surrounded by and pulled into the darkness. ---------------------- THIRD PERSON…

Beatrice froze for a beat, then tossed the portraits back into the fire. "Jojo's scared of bugs. I'll draw you new ones later." "Don't bother," I said. There was no 'later' for us. The flames roared, faded, and died, leaving nothing but ash. Just like us. I dumped the ashes, then posted: [Five days left, counting today.] Crashed in the guest room, as far from the master bedroom as I could get. By morning, my feed was full—friends joking, asking if I was sprinting to marry Beatrice.