Novel & Cerita Fanfiction Harry Potter

Writes romance fiction from YA to adult, contemporary to fantasy. Most Kage stories lean more toward the lighter, sillier side with a couple meaningful moments thrown in. Focuses more on entertainment value and emotional impact. Lives with hubby, two daughters, cat Holly, and nine cuckoo clocks in southeast Kansas, USA. Farm girl. Parents were dairy farmers. Was youngest of eight. Big family. Day job as a library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can't decide). Justice League

Paige teased as she tapped them on their foreheads. Her subordinates smiled sheepishly and announced that they were going back to work immediately. “Me too! I’ll do my best to finish my task for today. I can’t wait to get home and read the new chapter of my favorite fanfiction!” “Yeah, I can’t wait to continue. I’m still at chapter 300!” “What are you talking about?” Paige asked with curiosity. “It’s a popular fanfiction about Mr. Cedric and Ms. Maia. Its title is ‘Will You Marry Me, Again?’”

she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "You left your Wattpad account open!" Maria shrugged. One time, Maria asked Aubrey if she could use her laptop since hers was broken. Aubrey totally forgot that she was reading a Jordan Hill fanfiction and Maria ended up seeing Aubrey's secret Wattpad account. Ever since that happened, Maria always teased her about her strong admiration for Jordan. "Does he even know?" Maria smirked. Aubrey's eyes went wide when Maria said that and she quickly shook her head. "Don't you dare think about it!" Aubrey said through gritted teeth. "Are you my best friend or my ultimate torturer?" She groaned digging her head in her hands.

Finally, if you're secretly a Harry Potter fanatic, Ravenclaw Academy: Quinley's reign will have you addicted in no time, watch out though-this is not a young children series as it ties in with my Hellraiser trilogy and has dark themes as an introduction to Hell comes in the form of a young demon who arrives at the Academy. I write full time and often on multiple platforms all at once. If you'd like to see some of my work's early drafts, follow me on Inkitt under the author name venom01. If you want to reach out to me and discuss ideas, follow me on Instagram, my handle is venom01_writes, and last of all, if you like my work please, like and review it! This profession is so hard to stand out

**This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Apparently I am procrastinating my real life by writing far too many pieces of erotica about far too many different characters. Enjoy.**

It wasn’t that I cared all about the sex, you know what, scratch that, I cared all about the good sex I wasn't having. “Are you serious?” Helen asked in disbelief. "But you said he always ate you out.” “He does, but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it.” I rubbed a hand over my face. “I have to fake an orgasm just to get him to stop because it’s so bad.” Lauren and Helen looked at me with pity. This is why I hated over sharing, I prayed the ground to open up and swallow me. “Have you told him about it? Have you guys had a talk about his deficiency?" Helen asked. I couldn't tell if she was mocking or pitying me at this point.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

I’d deleted the account ages back. Or hadn’t I? I couldn’t remember. “How the hell–” “Doesn’t matter anyway,” she gave a smug grin, satisfied with the reaction she’d gotten from me. She sat up, the sheets pooling down to her waist, revealing her bare tits which were still flushed from earlier. “I’ve fantasized about it. About you tying me up and hurting me just enough, making me scream your name in tears as you make me come so hard I forget your name.” I stared at her. Twenty one today. Spencer’s little girl and she was already asking for the side of me I’d buried because it was too dark, too risky, way too much to explain to anyone; especially not the daughter of my best friend.

He barked out a laugh, “No, it’s just the three main factions, Werewolves, Witches, and Vampires.” Somewhere along the conversation, they had started walking again and now stepped into an open foyer where large portraits hung from the walls. “This shit just keeps getting weirder and weirder, Like I’ve been sucked into a bad fantasy romance novel.” “What’s so wrong about a bad fantasy romance novel? I thought you girls ate those things up like candy,”

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real