Fangs Of Fortune Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As we drifted into slumber, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that our love had the power to overcome any obstacle that stood in our way. Chapter 16 had revealed a deeper bond between us, intertwining our hearts and bodies in a passionate dance of love. It was a chapter that spoke of redemption, healing, and the profound connection that can be found even in the midst of chaos. Little did we know that the events of that night would set the stage for the challenges and triumphs that awaited us in the chapters to come.

He had dipped into her vein several times during the night but just enough to increase his desire and his stamina for the anal impalement he waited for so patiently. The girl opened her mouth to speak but before she could say a word, Lafitte pushed his fingers inside and ravaged the inside of her mouth with his inquisitive fingers. The girl closed her lips around his fingers in a submissive kiss of full surrender. That was the vampire chief's signal to flip her over on her tummy and pull her ass cheeks apart with his long-nailed fingers. The college girl's brown hole was quivering in either anticipation or in fear. He hoped it was both. She timidly asked,

Ravenna’s POV Maybe I should have argued. Damon’s price was steep, but it looked like the only way. I swallowed my pride and nodded. Lust darkened his eyes. I dropped to my knees and moved my head toward his crotch. His lips spread into a smile as I rubbed his crotch through his pants. His cock responded instantly and throbbed against my palm. "Yeah, like that! Just like that!”

“I intend doing it here, so just be a good girl and don't scream.” She nodded. I held her gown, since it has a spilt in the middle I just put each side beneath her leg. I pushed my hands forward to her middle and dragged down her lacy panties. “You're so wet pumpkin. Very wet." I murmured before inside a finger. She whimpered and threw her head backwards. I pushed in a second finger and turned it soaking my finger with her wetness. Oh God, will I ever get enough of this woman. She's everything I've ever wanted and I promise to to ever let her go even if she decides not to want me again.

“I don’t mind working late, Gypsy.” Her youthful exuberance was grating on my last nerve. It might be good behind the bar, but her flirty demeanour would only get her so far with me. Stealing was out of the question. “Drinks, Gypsy. I am dying of thirst over here.” Fang's eyes travelled up my bare legs, lingering as they went. It was like he was undressing me with his eyes. My cheeks flamed as my core clenched. “You look good tonight, Gypsy,” Fang murmured, and for a second it was like the room disappeared. There was just me and him.

"Ursula, we'll keep walking like this. Always." I nodded with a small smile on my face, full of hope for what lay ahead. One day, I ran into Fiona at a high-end bar by accident. She was wearing revealing clothes and heavy makeup, laughing and drinking with a group of men. I couldn't exactly tell what I felt as I watched her in that moment. When she noticed me, there was surprise on her face before it turned into hatred and bitterness. "Are you happy seeing me like this? Tell me, why?! I regressed and was given a second chance in life! So, why did I still lose to you? What are you?!"

To calm him, I brushed my nose along her neck—right over the pulse point where a mark should be. And my poppet? She leaned in. Into my arms. Even though she knew what that meant—what my wolf wanted. "You'll be the death of me," I whispered, opening my eyes and fixing them on the path ahead. Then I whistled, and Felix obeyed instantly, veering left, deeper into the forest—away from Jane, away from Daniel. "So we're seriously abandoning them?" she laughed, her head dropping against my chest. My chin came to rest on her hair; she was small, fragile, perfect—and I wanted to keep her there. Always.

Fiona whispered, biting down on her worn-out fingernails. Francis approached her, feeling the nervousness pulsating in Fiona's chest. As he looked at her, he couldn't help but realize just how pathetic this she-wolf truly was. Leaning in close to Fiona's shoulder, he whispered, "Where do you think you're going? How do you plan to escape? Why don't you just end it all?"

Something felt wrong. I turned toward the drink table then the scent hit me. It was sweet and addictive. My wolf growled “Mate.” Realizing it, my entire body froze. The glass slipped slightly in my hand as my wolf slammed against my ribs. No way. I slowly turned and saw Serena standing only a few feet away, laughing with her friends. The mate bond burned through me so hard my knees almost weakened. My mate! Aiden Cross’s girlfriend was my fucking mate! My breathing became uneven then Serena noticed my staring and her smile faded instantly.

When her eyes meet mine, I try to speak. No sound comes out. She watches me struggle for a moment before smiling. Not kindly. Not cruelly either. It is the smile of someone finally seeing a truth they have known for a very long time. I wake with a gasp. Heat rushes through my body. My hands press hard against the sheets and I realize immediately— They are burning. Not the usual hidden warmth I’ve learned to control. Real fire. I jerk upright. My palms are untouched. The sheets are not. Two blackened handprints stain the fabric beneath me, dark and perfect, every curve of my fingers burned clearly into the cloth.