Family Guy Fanfic Novels & Stories

She gasped, writhing and moaning. “I don’t like liars.” “I’m n-not…” She grinded against my hand, fucking my finger boldly, her hand covering mine, nails scratching my skin. Giancarlo had all but bragged to me that though she and his son were currently having ‘mild issues’, they were going to wed and merge the Marlow and Conti families, giving him the power he was hungry for. “You’ve learned quite a lot from Boston. From Orlov.” I sneered, my fingers hot from her juices.

What happened in those a few minutes while I was away? “You know this shit isn’t funny Jemma. We all know there is nothing between you and my father this joke stopped being funny long ago.” I gritted out and she snatched her hand away and looked up at me her eyes burning with anger. But this thing was taking a different turn at this moment I wasn’t mad at her or my father I was getting horny. We had something similar before, we fought and cursed each other but then we fucked hard that day. “Who said I was joking Killian?! Maybe I’m telling the truth. You have been with another woman for what? A week now! Besides have you seen your father? The

But Fiona would not hear of it, she complained about his disinterest and lack of sexual urge during foreplay, she was especially angry that he never initiated sex between them and Gaius only could go for one round each time he managed to get his length up. Gaius gave in to her demands and stayed on, that was the only way he could make up for the lack of sex and also fulfill his promise to her when she agreed to the joint wedding. But as days turned to weeks Gaius knew he could never satisfy or meet Fiona's expectations so he paid a week's advance on the hotel, gave her some cash to spend, and came back home. "Welcome back," Ethan said after listening to his friend ramble on. "Thanks. Now tel

Untouchable because of influence. And possibly running for mayor. Which says a lot about the state of politics. “Don’t mind my brother,” Felix said warmly, extending his hand toward me. “He lacks social skills. I’m Felix.” I almost laughed. If only he knew how thoroughly I’d studied this family. Before tonight, Grey had been more than a target. He had been an obsession. My fiancé. The man I once watched from a distance with reckless fascination. Now? Now I wanted him dead.

“Frankie, if you'd married his son, you'd probably have a baby anyway. That's how these stupid mafia marriages work. They like to keep us uneducated and pregnant. A lump lodged in my throat. I didn't want that future. I wanted to go to college and live like a normal young woman. Having fun and going to parties. Get drunk and hook up with random guys. My eyes began to burn, tears pooling behind my eyelids. — Gia, what am I going to do? — Oh, sister. I'm very sorry. He didn't... force you, did he? - Definitely not. I wanted to sleep with him. I just didn't want to get pregnant. — Well, what did he say about that?

“I… I.. I didn't know she was getting married. I'm sorry. She never told me. I would never have had anything to do with her if I knew she was getting married. You have to believe me.” "How long, Liam?" He licked his lips. "We've been seeing each other for seven months." I rose and gestured to Luca, then put my hands on my hips. Seven months this brutto figlio di puttana bastardo had been putting his d*ck in her. Cazzo, what had Mancini been thinking, letting his incredibly hot daughter loose on the streets of Toronto? Luca put some effort behind this kick and Liam curled up in a tiny ball, gasping. "Please, no more," he begged. "I think you broke a rib."

It was highly amusing watching Owen scramble to save face, lying to his sister to hide the fact that my extraction team had drugged him, neutralized him, and dumped his unconscious body across the border like a sack of trash. “And here you are, running straight to me with his schedule…” Meerah smiled, leaning closer, the familiar scent of her perfume lingering between us. “You always push me away when something is bothering you,” she said quietly, placing her hands firmly on my shoulders, her nails digging lightly into the black fabric of my shirt. “By the way, I also heard a rather disturbing rumor on my way up here, Zayn. Is that crazy ex-wife of yours actually back?” she finally asked.

"My son tried to kill himself because his own father chose a child over him." "I'm not a child," I said. "You're twenty years old. That makes you a child in my book." Elena moved closer. "How much did he pay you? To seduce his son? To break up my family?" "No one paid me anything." "Liar." She looked at Jamie. "I want full custody of Aiden's trust fund. I want him moved into my house for recovery. And I want a public apology from both of you, or I'll make sure you never work again."

She asks. "I was just telling big bro about you, big sis." Gian moves closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Didn't you tell mom that big bro's girlfriend will never be able to give him a child? You also said that if they do get married... the marriage might not last very long. That's why mom and dad gave their blessings, yeah?" Gabi's eyes slide to mine and I see the panic in her eyes. She doesn't open her mouth to deny Giancarlo's allegations and I realize that mom's acquiescence to my relationship with Arian wasn't genuine.

Lance is looking at a nice chunk of change though he doesn't need their shit. My wife has settled down with her father in residence. I think after the whole Gia thing, we'd both believed that Gabe had given up on whatever he'd had planned for Ricci because he was too focused on her to do anything else, but I've kept the boys alert and on the lookout for anything off.