Fanfiction Avatar Novels & Stories

“What is this? What happened to the I-just-want-to-have-fun-without-strings Ava Marie Antonini of the past, hmm?” That girl never existed in the first place, Ava said to herself and wished so bad she could say it out loud. She had constructed a fantasy to keep people from seeing the real Ava Marie. Who would want the real deal, the real girl behind that mask? Even her father, her only living relative genetically created to love and protect her from harm, hadn’t been able to look at her without hatred and disgust glittering in his eyes.

“Please help me carry them to the shaman’s cave. I’ll repay you.” They frowned but nodded. “You don’t need to promise anything. We’d save them anyway.” Together they carried the two wounded males away. Not far off, Ava’s peach-blossom eyes glinted with killing intent. In this timeline, Ava had regained awareness—and she had a system. A system that rewarded “good deeds.” If she raised a future mate’s favorability, she could exchange points in the shop for modern items. She already knew her future would be filled with powerful, handsome beast mates. She had carefully followed the original plot, planning to earn Alex and Lucas’s affection. But now something was wrong.

Was it the same as having big feet? She squeezed her thighs together and shook her head to clear the filthy thoughts. JJ’s avatar on the screen was a tall fae guardian with long white/grey hair, impossibly pale skin, and those sexy pointed ears. Yes, Dianna thought pointed ears were sexy…especially in a fictional world, probably not so much in real life but then she’d never seen a genuine pair of pointed ears so she couldn’t rule out the possibility…and she needed to get her mind back on the quest at hand and off the fantasy of JJ’s fae guardian and what he might look like in the flesh. Had JJ modeled his avatar after himself?

“Is this the one?” I gave her the nice-girl smile I’d perfected over years of playing shadow. “You look like a dream, Ava. Victor’s gonna lose it.” Inside I was laughing cold. Ava had always been the golden one; church-girl polish back in college, the one who blushed at dirty jokes while secretly judging everyone else’s “soft feminine energy” she could never quite pull off herself. Me? I fucked half the frat house and never once said sorry. One cock was never enough. I liked the variety, the different stretches, the way each man groaned when he bottomed out inside me like he’d discovered fire.

Then Ava occupied the chair by the desk, her almond shaped green eyes studied me with quiet intensity. I took a deep breath. My fingers twisted in my lap. "I need to tell y'all something." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Something I have been hiding for a long time.” “And what's that Emma?” Ava asked me gently. “I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true."

This story contains explicit content please read if you are above 18. ************************************************** Ava All Men suck. If not that i like dick so much, I would give up on them. Who the hell knocks up their fiancée’s best friend? Who the hell fucks their own best friend’s fiancée? Where’s the damn girl code?

AVA I have experienced betrayal. Kidnapping. Gas chambers. Death threats. Nothing chilled me more than seeing my own face blink on a screen, flawless, soulless, and spreading. "She is not real," I kept repeating. But the world did not care about reality. It cared about persuading. Julian stated that the avatar had already emerged on two ancient security camera networks in Berlin and Moscow, depicting shadow images of me roaming streets I had never visited. Genesis was not only replacing me physically. He was reinventing my past.

Damn! “I can’t do this anymore,” she moaned tiredly and leaned on the tree. “I just want to go back home. Ok, I’ve found what I’m looking for – Danshak a.k.a Devon is my fated mate, he wasn’t lying about that. The painting in his gallery is his memory of meeting me a.k.a Edvana, here. What else did I miss?”

I went straight to my room, needing to get some things ready for her, change my clothes and take a shower, it's nice to clean all the space dust off me. "Hayden, inform me when Violet makes it," I say taking off my clothes and moving to the bathroom, it'll take longer than that, but I need to be sure, I made sure to wash my hair several times until it was clean, my hair is long and straight, brown of colour with few blond strands in it. My eyes are green with silver specks in them, I'm much taller than the humans, they are such a small species, we share the same anatomy except for our heights, the treatment she's getting would help her grow up more, it'll also help her breath, and digest our

Trainor got up to her feet, then left. *** Zain paced around the basement in anger. He couldn't have been more embarrassed! The pleasure mall wolf was his mate? Silliest joke of the century! "You are...?" Avara stopped halfway, looking at both Zain and Megan. "Yes," Megan said. "Then why would you hurt us?" Charlotte asked. "We're your sisters." "And you," Avara turned to face Zain, "living a fake life won't help you, you better return home, rather than masquerading yourself as someone that has money."