Fanfiction The 100 Novels & Stories

RHYS REDMOND Asking Kira to be my fiancée has to be one of the worst mistakes I have ever made. I didn't lie about her not being my type—I prefer women who don't work for me. In all the years I have worked at Phoenix Industries, I have never dipped my pen in company ink. In fact, I don't even go out with women from the same industry.

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

Thor took the letter with trembling hands and tore it open, unable to wait another second. There were only a few lines inside. "Thor, I'm leaving. Let's never contact each other again. I wish you and Lina happiness. Please erase me completely from your memory. I'll do the same. Let's seal away our past forever." When he finished reading, the color drained from his face. His body went limp, collapsing onto the sofa as if the ground had been pulled out from under him. The pain that spread through him was raw, suffocating—so vivid it felt almost physical.

Although she always told herself that and ended up either forgetting or postponing it. Other than the AC problem, Chloe's place was nice. It was a fabulous flat—a one-bedroom apartment with a great kitchen and real hardwood floors. Reluctant to leave—both the apartment and the bed—Chloe moaned and stretched. The erotic novel she had been reading before she slept off the previous night was still on the bed next to her, open to page one-twenty-three. She trailed her finger over the page, then closed her eyes, remembering the way the delicious, decadent words had played over her body, with a little help from her fingers, of course....while thinking about Timothy. She stretched like a cat, tempt

Which is why I haven’t been using it ever since I started writing 1001 Dark Tales. Yes, I could have written it quicker, but 1001 Dark Tales are dark romance tales. I’m not ashamed of anything I write, but I would rather not act out the scenes with three males who I don’t even know their names or what they look like. I push those thoughts away as I put the quill down and grabbed my other manuscripts, leafing through them. Each of them was only partly done and would benefit from using the quill on them. Before I could pull one out, though, I heard a knock at my door.

Fiona rushed over, but he snapped, "Don't help her! Her mom dies and she cuts off my money? How am I supposed to gamble now? She's trying to kill me! Ungrateful brat!" Fiona tried to patch it up. "Jenna, don't be so quick. Mark's a CEO. Most girls would KILL for that. I know it sucks, but the money's real. Being his wife is real." I pushed off the floor. "I've made my choice. Stop trying to change my mind."

Sara who was struggling to break free from the demon lord's invisible shackles stopped for a second to ask in frustration "Why won't you just leave me alone..." Eren wanted to smile at that stupid question, maybe she didn't change that much after all... "You already know why, My fair lady..." THE 100TH CHAPTER! THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE FOR STICKING WITH ME ALL THIS LONG, THANK YOU FOR READING AND FOR ALL YOUR ENCOURAGING COMMENTS, YOU ARE TRULY THE BEST AND I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH.

The guards look at me like I've lost it. [Hector, I can't reach you. I'm losing my mind.] [They say if you bleed enough, the person you miss will appear in your dreams. So every night I cut my skin. It hurts, but the more I bleed, the happier I feel—because then I dream of you.] ... Ten thousand messages, all the same unhinged rambling. One thing was clear—Donna's mind was gone.

"We're only thinking about Abend Group's future. Daisy really likes your bedroom, so why don't you let her have it? Once she gives birth, she'll return it to you. "I gave you the title of my wife, so I need to compensate Daisy in other ways. I promised her I'd repay her ten times over," Edward continued, trying to persuade me, but I couldn't listen any longer. His words made me nauseous. "Edward, how did we end up like this? There was a time when we truly loved each other. We vowed to love only one another for a lifetime in that chapel." He hadn't expected me to say that. He was stunned, as if recalling the happy moments we had once shared.

"Evelyn, if there’s a chance..." "Arthur, please," Evelyn interrupted gently, her voice cracking slightly. She looked at Julian, her old friend, who knew exactly how much pain she had already endured in secret. "What are the realistic odds, Julian? Don't give me the brochure version." Julian sighed, sliding his hands into his pockets. He looked remarkably human in that moment, the sterile doctor persona fading away. "Ten percent, Evelyn. Maybe fifteen if your heart stays strong through the first cycle. It won't cure you. But it could buy you an extra year. Maybe two."