F1 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“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…

Darian whispered in Fahira's ear before leaving a small bite on her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. Darian chuckled as he saw the orange color spread from Fahira's face to her fair neck. He lowered his head and planted a wet kiss on her white neck, teasing her sensitive spot, which had become his new hobby. Seeing the flicker of desire in Fahira's eyes intensified, Darian didn't want to waste the opportunity. He connected their lips again, and without realizing it, Fahira's body bumped against the edge of the bed, causing her to fall back. Quickly, Darian pinned Fahira's body and swiftly satisfied his desires in just 10 minutes.

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.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

I also love her relationship with Louis as well. This is my fan fiction though and the plot is mine to do with as I please. So don’t be angry but ships shall sail and ships shall sink as well. Sorry in advance dears. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!!!

SERAPHINE’S POV “Mum, I’m already twenty. I will soon be given a mate by the moon goddess. Why can’t you wait till then? Why must I be given out in marriage to a man I barely know?” I cried angrily. They hate me. I knew they did. I know not everyone likes my family but they didn’t have to give out their only daughter like this. “What do you mean to a man you barely know? He is the Alpha. You don’t know the Alpha?” my dad scorned.

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

As he drove, memories flooded back to him of a time when Fiona's innocence had been shattered by a cruel act of jealousy. Damian couldn't forget the incident that had caused Fiona to leave the country at such a young age. His childhood friend, Marah, had committed an unspeakable act against Fiona that still haunts Damian to this day. They were only fifteen of them at the time and were having a sleepover like any other pair of friends. However, what should have been a night of laughter and bonding turned into a nightmare.