Fanfic Mha Novels & Stories

Unknown: You make it out of the airport alive, or do I need to send a search party? "Wait what the hell? Who is this person and how did they even know I was in the airport? With! Or I'm I being spayed on?" Alex thought to himself before proceeding to reply the text. Alex: Uhm! Sorry but who is this and how did you get my number? Unknown: ooh sorry about that, I forgot to re introduce myself. It's me Captain Damien, and I got your number from your file. "Ooooh damn, but why is he even texting me?" Alex thought.

“First time I heard someone say that a mafia don is ‘not a bad person.’ Seriously, girl, you are so down bad. Wasn’t it you who was trying to leave him at all costs a few months ago? Now, all of a sudden he is ‘not a bad person. Just very energetic’? Girl.” “Well, I’m definitely not fully on board with the whole mafia boss thing, but what can I do? You’ve seen how he clung to me? I just think that if that part could be blotted out, he is pretty awesome,” Sarah said before meeting Julia’s gaze. Her eyes said it all; she was disgusted. Her reaction was the perfect sibling reaction. When someone starts seeing your sibling, and you just sit there wondering what the hell they see in the sewer rat

"She knows everything. About the mafia, about what you really are. Do you really think she'll want you now, knowing what a monster you truly are?" Time seemed to slow. I watched as Aliyah's eyes widened, filling with hurt and confusion. The truth hung in the air between us, heavy and irrevocable. In that moment of distraction, Helena made her move. The glint of a knife caught my eye, and I reacted on pure instinct. What happened next was a blur of violence and desperation. When the red haze of fury finally cleared, I found myself standing over Helena's prone form, my hands sticky with blood.

Atlas's POV Upon my return to Xanthan last night, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of peculiarity. My mother felt like someone so unfamiliar. And that woman's spouse remained as reticent as ever. Fortunately, I had the pleasure of encountering Alex, a a friend with whom I could engage in trivial banter, despite his vexatious disposition. With utmost obedience, Mr. Harris executed my commands flawlessly and deftly conveyed instructions to his peers.

I mumbled. "I love you, too"

“It’s a popular fanfiction about Mr. Cedric and Ms. Maia. Its title is ‘Will You Marry Me, Again?’” Paige was shocked by the news. “There’s even a fanfiction about them? The author is fearless.” “Paige, please don’t tell anyone about this. We want to continue reading it.” Paige just sighed and told them to get back to work. As the other secretaries returned to their tables, Paige opened her drawer quietly and took out her cell phone. She immediately went online to search for the fanfiction that they were talking about. … When they finally got to the ICU, Maia stood outside the room. She looked at Homer who was lying on his sick bed unconscious.

I will be writing about Mia (Chester’s younger sister) and his Lycan hybrid mate. THE END OF Ava Hansley book. Thank you for taking the time to read this fantastic book. I appreciate you all for reading this book from beginning to the end.

The University College London lecture hall was vibrating to the silence of nervous Economics undergraduates in their final year. High windows of those windows pierced the sunlight, lines flashing across the hard features of the rows of expectant faces. Nalia Mensah was sitting close to the entrance with her pen and notebook ready. Her dark hair was pulled back, and accentuated the resolute jaw of her face. It was not another lecture, and it was him today.

Mia blinked back the sudden tears that welled up in her eyes at his words. She had almost died and all he could care about was the stupid task she had to do. She sighed deeply and then opened the door and walked out of the alchemist's workshop. She heard the door closed behind her and she knew that it would be Aaron but she didn't dare to turn around. She could hear his rapid footsteps as he walked towards her. She didn't want to turn. He was so cold and she didn't want to see his face. She felt his warm hand circle around her arm, causing her to stop in her tracks. Her hands balled to fist on either of her side as she tried to muster up the courage to look at him and still look unaffected b

I give my damp hair a quick brush, pulling it back into a loose, messy ponytail. As I stand in my bedroom, my stomach ties itself into knots of anticipation. The mansion seems unusually, eerily silent tonight. The constant hum of the maids, the heavy footsteps of the security detail, it’s all completely gone. Did Cade intentionally send his entire staff away so we could be alone? The thought of the ruthless mafia boss randomly making a home-cooked dinner for me is slightly worrying, and I’m honestly not sure what to expect once we sit down at that massive table.