Novel & Cerita F1 Fanfiction

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 points to the left and without thinking I turn right. “I said left.” He frowns. “And I said I’m driving the car, so you better shut up.” “Excuse me, this is the long way.” I smirk as I turn down the street. The truth is that I have no idea where I’m going, but it’s just so much fun disobeying him. He has control freak tendencies that I like to push. We eventually come into view of Club Exotic and I drive up the road slowly. “Just pull up here. Which is your car?”

His voice had an obvious hint of animosity. “I hate having to stay for detention on Fridays.” He said, standing. Am I seriously the only one that feels the negative vibes coming off him? Suddenly, a pencil whizzed by my face like a bullet. I looked up to see Mr. Quinn sprinting towards me, his eyes glowing blue and his face full of anger as he swung at me. I rolled out of my desk and kicked it at him. He jumped over it with ease. I knew something wasn’t right. My teacher is a vampire, which makes me wonder who else is one as well.

Points of contact that could only have occurred from flagrant, perhaps even deliberate, sabotage and aggression on one of our parts. "Looks like a bit more than just petty egos and trophy-hoarding going on there, sports fans," Bennett's dripping tones chastise amid the damning evidence. "Multiple points of contact captured from yesterday's closing lap? That's either some of the most heroic racecraft ever recorded...or one very dangerous game of high-speed chicken these two have cooking behind the scenes. Mark my words, it's only a matter of time before someone finally gets served a cold dish of instant karma out there if this feud keeps escalating at its current nuclear trajectory. And I for

she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "You left your Wattpad account open!" Maria shrugged. One time, Maria asked Aubrey if she could use her laptop since hers was broken. Aubrey totally forgot that she was reading a Jordan Hill fanfiction and Maria ended up seeing Aubrey's secret Wattpad account. Ever since that happened, Maria always teased her about her strong admiration for Jordan. "Does he even know?" Maria smirked. Aubrey's eyes went wide when Maria said that and she quickly shook her head. "Don't you dare think about it!" Aubrey said through gritted teeth. "Are you my best friend or my ultimate torturer?" She groaned digging her head in her hands.

I know that this conversation is going nowhere, and that she probably wants to defend her straight Fanfic, and her characters with no chemistry. — They make a beautiful couple. Kanya is perfect for Will, she comes from a noble family, practically a princess, and my son will be the CEO of our companies, in the future a marriage between them seems inevitable, and... I can't imagine something like that, it's impossible. This Fanfic of hers is doomed to be a nice, big, flop. — This story would be perfect if the future CEO liked a woman, but I think you know he likes a man, don't you?

Elara's POV I’m in bed in my room at home, the TV serving as background noise while I read the book Victor had lent me. I was so immersed in the story, I was in the chapter where the mmc is going down on her. The way he describes her pussy, how much he loves her taste surprisingly is making all turned on and wet. I'm breathing harder as I took in the words and turned page after page, that I didn’t even register my bedroom door opening until my grandmother’s voice cut through the silence.

He's my father's best friend, protector turned temptation, and I yearn to role-play this out—me as the innocent girl he corrupts, him as the ruthless master binding me with silk ties from his drawer, fucking me slow at first, then brutal, until I'm sobbing his name. "Maybe," I murmur, unable to hide the tremor in my voice. The fantasy in my mind shifts: him clearing the table now, in real time, bending me over and whispering, "Admit it, Tiana. You want me to fuck you like I did her—rough, no holding back." I'd gasp, "Yes, Fabio, please. Make me yours. Tie my hands behind my back and fuck my pussy until I can't walk." His gaze darkens, as if reading my thoughts. "Tiana, if there's something y

On and on, I tapped on his name, wishing there’d be some kind of miracle that would suddenly make the call connect. His phone was always off. “Emily!” I heard, and looked down. There was Sadie and Jude. “Emily.” Sadie called, waving madly, and I smiled, waving back down at her. “We made a fanfiction of you and Lucas. Check it out.” Jude said, throwing a drawing book up. It took a few tries before the book finally hit me in the face. “Sorry!” Sadie shouted, giggling. “We have to go now. We’ll be back.” Jude said, waving, and I nodded, watching them leave.

“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.