Fanfiction House Novels & Stories

Fiona hurried towards the elevator, she couldn’t wait to leave her work place which felt like a sexual incantation to her lately. Colt screamed sex and she was loosing her cool. It was a good thing that it was past work time, she couldn’t wait to get home, have a cold bath and indulge in chocolates, reading a romance novel written by Bella that she didn’t even believe in the contents but had to do it anyways because to her, true love only exist in books and of course waiting for another day in sexual torture for a whole week until it was weekend when she could finally make her escape for a weekend without sexual tensions, which was becoming occasionally lately. She couldn’t remember the last

Hunter “I can’t believe an Omega lives here.” Connor growls as he looks around the kitchen; Fiona isn’t home so we’re sitting in the filthy house waiting for her to return. Starling is standing behind me; she’s holding her arms close like she’s trying hard not to touch anything, most Omegas like clean, soft things and this house is anything but soft or clean. I’m not sure if the mess happened after Faythe left to stay in the Packhouse or if it's always been like this. The entire house is covered in a layer of grime that I could never hope to remove; there are half-smoked cigarettes on the floor, ash seems to be embedded into the carpet, empty gin bottles are stashed on every avilable surface

>>> If you really want what you said, tie a green ribbon to your door handle and leave it unlocked. Instantly I stop walking, my thoughts immediately telling me what this person is talking about, and in a way, I don't think so... And so I type back a reply: <<< What do you mean? >>> Your fantasy. Staring at the reply that came almost immediately, my first thought is that it’s a prank, but my second is worse: I want it so bad that my thighs press together, and I draw in quick breaths, completely forgetting that I'm still outside on the empty streets by 9pm.

" Over the next two days, Marissa did exactly what she had done in my previous life. She pushed Sophie's image everywhere. In just forty-eight hours, the story that the Foster family had found a lucky charm spread through Harbor City's elite circles. Sophie didn't understand matches. She didn't read data. She relied on intuition alone and still called World Cup scores with perfect accuracy. Rumors exploded. "A girl in her twenties who doesn't even understand soccer? A lucky charm? That's absurd." "Has the Foster family lost its mind? They're really considering handing the book to the daughter of the second wife?" "Doesn't the eldest Foster son have anything to say? He's the first wife's legi

He set her down carefully, took her hands in his, and met her gaze. “This is the new beginning of our story, Mrs. Miller. Our home. The place where we’ll raise our daughters.” She blinked, struggling to take it in. “My God… this can’t be real. Love, I don’t believe it—how did you even manage this?” “Your book,” he said softly. “It had everything—every detail. Remember when you admitted your main character’s boss was inspired by me? Well, that house in your story…” He paused, emotion tightening his throat. “…it’s this one. I realized you were describing your dream home—our dream home. So I made it real, just for you. The only room not ready is the girls’—I thought we could decorate it togethe

Anya had already found a better house for her and Andrew, which was closer to her law firm and the school. As we both dozed off, I kept thinking about having children and hearing their tiny giggles in our home. If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will. And I just happen to be the one he came to with that insane proposal. What do I do? I flip to the subsequent entry, but my eyes hurt from using a flashlight to read, so I close the book and try to get some sleep. It’s going to be a long night. Thoughts of him permeate my mind. Being his fiancée. Affluent people are complicated as fuck, but I would finally get out of this tiny shoe box. If I pass it up, I can’t trust the asshole to not find an excuse and fire me. Lord knows he has wanted to do it since he laid his eyes on me.