Fanfiction House Novels & Stories

Janea said. I shrugged my shoulders. At the moment, I didn’t want to think about it. My life was so much simpler yesterday, but now I have a twin sister that was separated at birth, a crazy mom that wants to end humanity as we know it, and an even crazier dad that wants to bring her back. Lilianna opened the door and jumped back. Standing there was my aunt Teresa. She wasn’t my actual aunt, that’s just what she wanted me to call her since she and my grandma were like sisters.

There'll be hot guys and fun games” she asked one last time as she held the door handle. “I'm sure babes. I'll pass this time” I said sweetly and we bade each other goodbye. I rushed to the door and locked it then quickly took off my clothes and lay on my bed. Yes I could be picky and slightly judgemental but I never pretended to be innocent myself. I loved sex and bad stuff buttttt… with the right person. I couldn't tell Sheila that I've been fantasizing and daydreaming about Shawn. I couldn't get his face and dick out of my mind. I masturbated thinking about him. My little secret.

We’ll moved out of the apartment and in with them,* Fanny said, wagging her tail. Into their parents house … awk … ward. How long does it take to build a house? I had no idea. Maybe we could stay in the packhouse … ehh no. How quickly I forget I don’t like people. *Baby? You out here,* I heard, over mind-link. Fanny’s head shot up, there were so few people from my pack on campus, I hardly ever got to mind-link unless I was home. I hadn’t even thought about the fact I can now do it with them.

I pushed the front door open like every other random day I came back from school, the scent of grilled chicken and Mac n cheese hitting me smack in the face. That was weird… Mom was never at home talkless of making dinner at home. Did she have a visitor? I slid my school bag off my shoulder, my tiny denim skirt riding so high my black lace thong peeked out with every step. I’d been daydreaming about him again. My hot neighbour, the one I’d been finger fucking myself senseless to for months. Mike. Forty eight, rigid body, broad shoulders with that deep voice that made my clit throb every time he said “good morning” over the fence.

We all walked inside and entered the living room together, it was extremely large, clean, my eyes shifted to the same white pale walls that I’ve always come to known since I been a child growing up in this house – it Has never changed over the years and no matter how many times I’ve been in this house – it was the same damn reaction, Same thought that screamed in the back of my mind - welcome to your new prison. – no doubt Gary must have wanted his members on pack duties to make them feel at home – A safe place they can call their own. Even when they faced the notion they wouldn’t survive outside their old pack – but For the ones who clung onto some kind hope no matter how small it was – it

I turned to face Niro right away. He instantly shook his head while puckering his lips, and I immediately pouted. My shoulders immediately slumped because of disappointment. That's two thousand pesos, now that I think about it. We can already afford it with three of us. Additionally, it appears like there is furniture there. And the woman was pleading for me to get that house. I'm wondering why. I'm just inquisitive; I'm not a nosy person. It's preferable if you are aware of the cause. You see, we won't live there unless there are wicked spirits or things there that we can't see. It might possibly be the cause of my death.

🌿 Stepping into Part 29—the chapter where Yam and Franc turn dreams into doors. Their studio isn't just paint and poetry now; it's possibility. And that quiet hope they sketched during rainy afternoons? It’s ready to welcome the world. Yam and Franc had always been dreamers, their minds filled with visions of a world where art and emotion intertwined seamlessly. When they stumbled upon the idea of creating a sanctuary for those seeking solace and inspiration, they knew they had found their calling. They called it Tahanan Para sa Titig, a home for gazes, a place where the soul could rest and the heart could speak.

Cathy said, stopping a few feet away. "We heard," Iris chirped, jumping down from the table. She walked over to Cathy, her eyes scanning Cathy’s face with a directness that made Cathy want to step back. "You’re finally moved in. The quiet girl in the big house. Do you like your room? It used to be a storage space, but David had it gutted last year." "It’s nice," Cathy replied. "Thank you." "Michael thinks you’re going to be a ghost in this house," Iris said, tilting her head. "He said you look like the type who hides in corners. Do you hide in corners, Cathy?"

How long had I been daydreaming? “You were mumbling about fingers,” he teased, eyes sparkling. Heat shot to my face. “It’s nothing!” “Whatever you say, Wife. Where’s your place?” “I… I just have an apartment. No house.” His brow arched. “No house?” “My sister Clara dominates it. She brings her boyfriend over all the time. They’re so loud, moaning loud. Sounds like a dying puppy. It’s torture.” He burst out laughing, rich and deep. The sound twisted my stomach in the best way. God, why did even his laugh have to be sexy?

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