Fanfic Prompts Novelas e Histórias

He paused, then spoke carefully, "I have a friend abroad. His whole family died in an accident, leaving behind a two-year-old boy. Lauren, you’ll love him." Love your child with another woman? I let out a cold laugh and shot back, "Funny… I didn’t know you had such a friend. And what if I don’t want to adopt?" For just a moment, he snapped. His hand tightened around my wrist, bruising. "Lauren, this isn’t up for discussion." His tone was sharp, final. "The Foster family needs an heir. This isn’t the time for stubbornness. Tomorrow, Liam will arrive. Show some dignity as Mrs. Foster."

Dominic admitted. “My prick is so minute, my ex girlfriend called it invisible. Whenever we had sex, she just lay still, rolling her eyes or fiddling her phone in the middle of our heated intercourse. She always said to tell her when I'm done tickling her and would hand me a vibrator afterwards, to give her the real deal” Axel said and the guys roared in laughter. “Poor lady. What mental damage you must have caused her with your pathetic insignificant… maggot!” Anna scolded him and he looked down in embarrassment.

Her voice was thick with emotion. “Not just any journal,” he clarified, his gaze intent. “It’s filled with prompts. Things that made me think of you. Places we’ve been, conversations we’ve had, little moments I remember. And pages for you to fill in your own thoughts, your own dreams.” He opened it to a random page. “See? ‘Describe the feeling of standing under the summer rain after a long, hot day.’ Or, ‘If you could have dinner with any historical figure, who would it be and why?’ Just things to make you smile.

We had come full circle, reclaiming our destinies and embracing the love that had always been destined to be. And so, as we sat under the moonlit sky, hand in hand, hearts full of gratitude, we whispered promises to each other. Promises of unwavering support, unconditional love, and a lifetime of shared adventures. Together, we had rewritten our story, weaving together the threads of our past to create a tapestry of love, resilience, and hope.

The fantasies grew darker, more daring. “Entry Twenty-Two: I’m at a crowded gallery opening. A black dress, backless, slit to the thigh. A man, a patron, wealthy, older, drops his champagne flute. As I bend to help pick up the shards, his hand slides up the slit of my dress, finding no barrier. His fingers push inside me, right there on the floor, as people mill around us. He whispers, ‘Such a well-mannered cunt, dripping for anyone who looks.’ He fingers me to a quick, violent climax, my body shuddering as I try to gather glass with trembling hands. He helps me up, licks his fingers clean in front of me, and walks away.”

"All right, for the sake of our sanity... we’re going to abstain from drinking." Dane lifts her hand and raises her pinky finger. Is this bitch fucking serious? I laughed a little as I shook my head. “Daniella.” Was my only warning. “DO IT!” And there it is, the ever so classy pinky-promise. It makes me feel like a child again. Like the old times, this pinky finger holds our binding promise to each other. “Look at me.” "What?" Was my short answer. "I have a question for you."

* Three dots appeared immediately. Then: *That's not an answer.* *I know,* he typed back. *It's honest though.* A pause. Longer than her usual response time, long enough that he picked up his phone twice to check if she had stopped typing, and then her message arrived and it was not what he expected, was not the level, controlled Ava Bennett response he had learned to anticipate, it was something quieter than that, something that felt like the version of her that appeared in empty gyms and practice rooms when no one important was watching.

I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.

next time I'll make you scream my name. After calming down, they continued texting each other.Each one more graphic than the last, as they described in vivid detail every depraved fantasy that had ever crossed their minds. "I want you to... blindfold me," she typed, her fingers trembling with anticipation. "Tie my wrists to the headboard... and then... do whatever you please..."

he begged and I nodded I don't know what he really want to say. He came closer to me and sat on my bed.. "please promise me"he begged again Like seriously!! "OK since you don't trust me let's make a deal, if I get mad you'll slap me back to earth"i said "slap you? "he asked "yeah slap me"i said "hmm, deal"he said "talk already "I yelled This is not me, am really changing all because of Jace. "I would first like to apologize for making you pass through all this headache "he paused