Novel & Cerita Fanfic Arrow

Lizzy Arrow introduces us to the female, her name is Florence and Darnick is her sister's boy. She stands by his bed looking at him, moving the black curls off his face. “He’s a good boy you know, he’s had to grow up with the father that killed his mother. His heart is still pure” She sniff’s as she cry’s silently while holding his hand.

Our fingers intertwined, a silent promise of support and love. "We're surrounded by beauty, both in nature and the beauty in front of whom everything turns dull," I whispered, my eyes locked on Arcane's. She got all shy and her cheeks were a shade of crimson. "Damn it! You will be the death of me." I whispered. Arcane was perhaps in a mood of teasing me tonight, her hand went straight to my crotch and I inhaled sharply, "We are in front of our parents. So, behavre." She said sternly.

Emrys let a forced smile push to his lips and I hated the way a glazed over look pasted over his eyes of grey, as if he could hide whatever he thought I could read in his eyes, and I hated how I felt the pain through our bond increase into a numbing sensation. “Always and everyday,” * “Nervous? I am.” “No, I’m pissed off.” “Nah bro,” Arrow released a long and shaky breath from beside me, his eyes growing wide, and he licked his dry lips. “I’m trying not to shit myself right now,” “Eww,” I grimace. “Thanks for the mental image, doofus… And why are you nervous? It’s not your baby,” Arrow nodded as he sat down in the light blue plastic chair, right leg nervously bouncing up and down, and he bit

who hates others. And she competes instead of complimenting or cooperate.Her behaviour towards everyone was childish.Darby slammed the door of his room behind him.There was only one thing that could calm him at the moment, stripping off the clothes he went to take a shower.It was half an hour when Arrow decided to go check up on his master.He was sitting on the sofa chair, his head rested on it when the knock on the door disturbed his thoughts.Arrow stepped in and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you, sire?""No. Where is my sister?" he asked still looking up the ceiling and the servant answered, "In her room with master Travis.""The girl is waiting for you in the guest room, sire. Rel

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.

“Aww, you poor boy. I only said that because I thought you would lose. Obviously, I chose idiots for this match. The stabbing must've affected your brain because you're an idiot if you think I'll leave you alive.” He barks out a maniacal laughter. I hear a wail and instantly know it's coming from Gypsy. I glare at Falcon, shaking my head disdainfully. I should've known the bastard is full of shit. “You're a bastard Arrow Falcon.” I snarl. “You're nothing but a fucking coward. I said it and I've proved it; you're not a real man.” Falcon's nostrils flare as he narrows his eyes at me. The he looks at some of his men. “Kill him!”

She thinks of herself—measured, quiet, careful. And suddenly, she feels very, very plain. The show airs at eleven. By eleven-oh-three, the internet is on fire. “I don’t want to smear anyone,” the ex-fling says with a sympathetic tilt of her head. “But Arrow and I… we’ve always had chemistry. Even after everything.” The host raises an eyebrow. “After his marriage?” The woman pauses. Just long enough. “Chemistry doesn’t disappear because of paperwork.” Arrow watches the clip in his office, fury burning hot and useless. The woman never lies outright. She doesn’t need to. She lets implication do the work.

Vorlyk took the gnarled hand into his and pulled Madayah onto his lap. He kissed the mutilated side of her face and ran his hand over the smooth side. His entire body relaxed when she leaned in and kissed him. Nicolas felt their love deep in his gut. He cared about Franklin, loved him for the wonderful person he was but could never give the vampire what he wanted. Nicolas hoped to someday find a she-wolf mate to share his life, and Franklin, his best friend, understood that. He often teased Nicolas that he, Franklin, would be the gay uncle to wolf pups. Nicolas's heart squeezed, and for the first time in months grief shadowed his thinking more than revenge.

The baby wasn’t moving. _No no no no._ “ARIA!” Kieran’s roar shook the maze. “CRAWL TO MY VOICE!” I couldn’t. I couldn’t— _You’re not weak,_ he’d said in the car. _That’s war._ War. I got on my feet. Minute three. I ran. Silver sliced my arms. Wolfsbane filled my lungs. I ran blind, bouncing off walls, following Kieran’s voice. “LEFT! YOUR LEFT, ARIA!”

Now it was confirmed—despite being her fated mate, Elijah's heart belonged solely to Elara and no one else. "The more you love that woman, the more I want to kill her!" Fiona shouted, glaring seriously at Elijah. Fiona lowered her head while Elijah, seated in his wheelchair, looked up at her. "You know, I never thought I'd see you like this—so pathetic. I didn't expect to feel nothing but pity and anger for you," Fiona said, taking a deep breath to gather her courage. She was determined to sever any connection with the man before her. "I am Fiona Arundel, and I reject you as my fated mate, Elijah Reed," Fiona declared. At that moment, she felt their bond shatter, and even Elijah's mark on he