Fanfic Twenty One Pilots Novels & Stories

After I hung up, Lydia Cross and Ryan Wells laughed so hard they nearly doubled over. Ryan clutched his stomach, tears almost coming out. "Connor, you really know how to brag. "I've seen all the purchase contracts for the Eastbank project. Not one of them has the name Bryce on it. Who are you pretending to be?" Lydia stopped laughing too, her face full of impatience and contempt. "Connor, that's enough. Keep pretending and you'll just embarrass yourself further."

she said in the same dreamy voice. He succeeded in lowering his tone to match hers, "And you couldn't wait two years from now?" "The whole twenty-one rule is ridiculous." She delayed her next statement by looking up at the ceiling for a moment before proceeding. "I heard you were going to claim your mate." Her voice cracked, but she looked back at him with endless depths of pain pooling in her eyes. "If I have a true mate, you can't stop it," he said, trying to get through her thick skull.

In less than twenty one days to be exact. No, she is ready to fight and take in the arctic cold chilling her bones. In just less than Twenty One Days, she won't be able to have her husband all to herself but she is ready to fight for the love she wasted and she will do that In Twenty One Days and that is her vow before her head hit the pillow. She cuddled her daughter and fell into a dreamless sleep willing her mind to dream about a way to have her husband and she did. She was so anxious that she couldn't sleep well so she stood up to execute her plan.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

"What kind of trash are you saying? He's my nephew! I raised him, that's all—we're just close, nothing more. You—" Same excuses, same script. But who kisses their "nephew" hard enough to draw blood? Who lies half-naked in bed, wrapped around him? Who clings to him all day like a lifeline? I had a hundred comebacks, but we'd been through it too many times. I was done. I hung up. Powered off my phone. Thought that was the end. Then the pilot shouted, "We've got a chopper on our tail!" The blades thundered louder.