Fanfiction Emergency Novels & Stories

Stars explode behind my eyes; my cock leaks steadily, hips thrusting into his hand. “You’re acting like a virgin bottom,” he says, pulling back to watch my face. “What happened to you?” “Does it matter?” I gasp, grinding down on his fingers, chasing that electric buzz. My internal conflict rages, I’m a woman in a man’s body, living my BL dream, but as the uke? Fangirl me is thrilled, but this isn’t canon!

Mara continued, “Good. I’ll also prepare for the possibility that Mr. Blackthorne already knows enough to weaponize it. For now, we focus on Daniel. The emergency application is the immediate fire.” The immediate fire. As if there were only one. After the call ended, I stood in the middle of the living room and felt every part of my life pulling in a different direction. Daniel upstairs with his broken bridge. Ground half-built with its storm box and donated books. Kieran outside somewhere turning my motherhood into a headline. Lucian beside me, loving me with a steadiness biology might punish soon. The baby inside me, waiting for a name, a father, a place in the war.

Helen, her friend, a beautiful lady with blonde hair framing her face, inquired, concern etched on her features. "I don't know, I feel like I'm going crazy. I can't even tell him how I feel, no!" she exclaimed, her frustration bubbling over. She slammed her hand on the cocktail table, making the glasses jump. The music pulsed around them, loud and insistent, making conversation a struggle.

The thought was unbearable. I settled Elara in the back seat of my SUV, her mate climbing in beside her, murmuring comfort against her hair. I got behind the wheel and drove faster than pack regulations allowed, using the emergency override codes that few outside Blood Moon leadership knew existed. We arrived at the emergency intake of the Pack Medical Center in record time. The healers rushed out with a stretcher, but Finn hesitated at the entrance, his scent betraying new anxiety. "What's wrong?" I demanded, eager to be on my way to Vivian.

We are being told that we have access to the dock. Even the need to mate carnally is suppressed as panic floods through my chest. I jerk at the ropes furiously, knowing that I should have done this a long time ago. I'm going to return home, but I'm now a long way from Austin and all the individuals that could help me. When I was last here, my father attempted to kill me. As a result, I assisted at least fifteen women in fleeing him. What he'll do next is unknown to me. Brian picks up as the community's radio static comes to life. Then comes a voice that I recognize and that makes me want to vomit. It's Lucas, a young alpha that my father was preparing to serve as a lieutenant when I left the

Iris moaned, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into her from behind. Cathy couldn’t help but stare. The fantasy she had played over and over in her mind for a long time was happening right in front of her, more vivid and visceral than any dream. She had wondered for months how to bridge the gap, how to make the first move in this strange, blended family dynamic. But today, the heat and the proximity had finally broken her resolve. She decided right then to go with the flow, she saw a dildo just close to where she stood she picked it up and decided to use it to please herself while convincing herself that he is her stepbrother which means joining in isn't allowed.

Maddox chimed in pulling me from my thoughts. “Right. Sorry.” I jumped out of bed and threw my door open and took off running down the hall. I headed for Alpha Nik’s room after mind linking him to get all the alphas there now. When I threw his door open all the Alphas snapped their heads in my direction. “What’s the emergency Gunner?” Alpha Nik asked. “Vampires.” I said.

She stepped forward— And fell through. --- The reflections screamed: REWRITE INCOMPLETE! The End roared: ANCHOR MIGRATION SUCCESSFUL. And everything shattered again. But this time— Something remained. And somewhere far beyond the correction layer— Emma landed hard on unfamiliar ground. Breathing. Alive. Unwritten. And not alone. A shadow stood ahead of her. Waiting. Watching. And when it spoke— It wasn’t the man. It wasn’t the End. It was something older. “You were not supposed to escape twice.”

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

I opened a new contact, typed in my number, and slid the phone across to her. She stared at it. “You’re giving me your personal number?” “Is that weird? That’s probably weird.” “It’s definitely weird.” But she picked up the phone, adding herself as a contact. “Dr. Lucian Elijah. Emergency contact for emotional crises.” “Just Lucian,” I corrected again. “And not just emergencies. Anytime you need to talk.” She handed my phone back, and our fingers brushed. She pulled away quickly, but I felt that spark of contact.