Fanficiton Novels & Stories

Outside, the wind howled, the window rattled. She hated how empty her space felt without his voice—even if it was just a growl in her ear. She hated that someone else—Fox—was starting to sound like him. Or worse… that they were blending together in her head. Part V – A Story Posted Too Soon That night, she logged in to her story-sharing site, the one where Domica whispered fantasies for her followers to devour. She hadn’t posted in weeks. Until now. She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.”

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

he says as he hands over the piece of paper. As I look at the drawing, I can’t help but think I have made an impression. A male cartoon character is lying on a table with a knife through his hand. Blood was oozing over the side of the table. A girl with yellow hair stands behind the table. At her feet is a broken crown. The title at the top of the page reads ‘The Beta has arrived. It’s about time.’ “I’m guessing someone else is glad you’re here,” Matty says as he throws a strawberry into his mouth.

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

“I mean—” “I don’t recall ever having you in my bed,” Damian interrupted her again, a smirk playing on his lips. “But perhaps if we were to refresh my memory, something might come back to me?” He picked up a snifter of brandy from the table, amusement flickering in his eyes as he watched Isabella’s face flush red. “I misspoke,” Isabella exhaled, composing herself. “What I meant to say was that the Hartess family has a child. Your brother fathered a daughter.”

"*Hello! Apparently some people weren’t happy that Alex didn’t get his happily ever after included in the story. I actually did plan a love interest for him, but it never fit well into the story. So, I figured I might as well round the story out to 300 chapters and add one more chapter for you all so that you know I didn't leave him as the odd man out! It's kind of long but I didn't write enough for multiple chapters and it's just their introduction but this is all you're getting! -Kit*

She said with a smile. “And what about you?” I ask. “Am Riley Sanders. Am twenty four. My parents died when I was around eight years and ever since I had been living in my former pack before it got invaded. I was then taken in by another pack where I met my first mate and some stuffs happened and he had to reject me. It was in the cell I was that I had met Reuben and the others. It was hard staying in a dungeon but those kids made every moments and every part of my stay there memorable. I actually like writing but I haven’t got any inspiration with taking care of the kids and training” She said.

After deciding, everyone split up to find materials to build a house. Waiting for everyone to leave, Marina now looks at the remaining debris of the house, she sits down on a tree that has fallen due to the rain storm, while looking at the burned house, she mutters: “ Is there such a coincidence in this world? A girl with the same name and face as me. And where is this? Cancal, a kingdom that I've never heard of, even when I went to school, the kingdom of Canal is not mentioned in the book. What about the other memory lines, the other girl too... Maybe... could that girl ever be my previous life? If not, how could there be such a coincidence?”

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

“You could say that, now can I have it back? Those are personal.” He holds out his hand, waiting for me to relinquish the book. “Not a chance. Mine was personal too, but that didn’t stop you. It’s only fair.” I directed my attention back to the book, thumbing through several drawings, each more amazing than the last. Most were animals, or some sort of nature landscape. One landscape in particular of a waterfall in a meadow was absolutely stunning. “This is beautiful.” I say, running a hand over the paper. “I can take you there.” He says. My eyes snap up to meet his in surprise and I can see he immediately regrets his choice of words. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He says quickly, trying to b