Fangs Of Fortune Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You tell me you don’t want to be caught alone with me. Then you appear at my door? What is going on, Ana?” Ana breathed heavily as her body prepared for what his kiss promised her. She resisted, groaned as her thighs clenched. Their eyes glowed red with their response to each other. Fangs predominantly showed between both their swollen lips. His hips ground into her pelvis, enticing her unreasonable desire for him to couple with her. Ana’s mind instantly jumped the track, and she couldn’t remember why she’d come to his room.

“They all have to pay. Every single half breed!” “We will get them. I promise,” I said. She nodded, brushing her curly black hair from her face. “Can I see him?” “Sure.” *** Fang led the way to the morgue. I followed behind Nena, she kept sniffling and dabbing at her eyes. I felt for her. She was barely twenty-five, now she was mateless, and without a second chance mate she would be alone for the rest of her life. “Your highness,” someone called breathlessly from behind.

For a brief moment, Florence’s expression cracked and Sophia’s eyes widened in surprise. She matched to Sophia and yanked the bag out of her hands with a rough grip. “I’m grateful Sofia muttered but her voice caught in her throat. Then Adrian held out his hands to her, drawing her to his side while grinning. He put his steady possessive arm around her waist. Walking into the mansion together, leaving Florence behind. Behind them, the smile on Florence’s face vanished entirely. Her hands tightened around the shopping bag as her face contorted in anger. A voice from behind her made her furious.

I smiled up at him, my heart full of gratitude for this amazing, patient, brave human who'd chosen to love all of me. "I love you," I said. "I love you too. Fangs and all." And for once, everything felt exactly right. [End of Chapter 15]

Lisa choked, red nails clawing at his wrist. "Thought you could run?" Victor's voice was calm. Terrifying. I stepped forward, slow, deliberate. "Let her breathe," I said softly. "I want to hear her beg." Victor loosened his grip, just enough. Lisa sucked in air, eyes wild, mascara already streaking. "Elena," she croaked, "we were friends," "Were we?" I tilted my head. "Friends don't sleep with their best friend's fiancé. Friends don't try to murder an unborn pup. Friends don't film a miscarriage for likes."

SERAPHINA I slid a blood-slicked glass across the counter, pretending the loud music of The Velvet Fang didn’t still rattle my nerves. Two years in, and it’s still draining my sanity. The vampire grinned, fangs protruding and poking out of his lower lip. “You sure you’re not on the menu tonight, my love? I can pay whatever price just to taste you.” I grinned sarcastically and leaned a bit. His eyes immediately dropped down to my chest, peeking a bit from a top I only wore to net bigger tips, then back to my neck. His eyes glimmered red for a second, but they quickly went back to normal.

“You will sleep in the old man’s chamber tonight.” “And if I refuse? Do not forget that he has not performed what is right,” I retort with effort as I try to hide the disgust that streaks into my tone while also struggling to keep my eyes open, and my legs steady. Meanwhile, Lord Owen leans against me, and I feel his breath behind my right ear as he intensifies his hold on my nape. He whispers into my ears, “How many times will I have to tell you, Allegra, that there is truly no marriage? He is just interested in using you for some reason I do not care to know.”

To kick him, to get away from there. But pinned against his cold wall, I was helpless. “You know, ever since I saw you, I'd wanted to taste your blood. I bet you taste as good as your face.” He laughed cynically, brushing his cold hand across my cheek. His words made no sense. His tongue brushed my neck, and I shuddered. Maybe I'd imagined it, but a fang had touched my neck too. “Please let me-” I didn't get the words out, when someone pushed him away from me. I raised my gaze abruptly, meeting the gaze of a fuming Cold eyes.

Shada muttered happily and immediately went downstairs to meet Max. Shada immediately entered Max's luxury car. She looked at Max happily. "Are you happy, Honey?" Max teased Shada while raising the sunglasses that had been perched on his eyes. A clean, masculine musk scent filled Shada's nostrils. "Hmm, yeah. Sure," said Shada excitedly. This morning she was completely mesmerized by Max. She realized how cool her fiancé was.

In a heartbeat, his figure had disappeared into the night, leaving me standing alone beneath the dim campus lights. I stared at the direction he had gone, wrapping my arms around myself to stop the trembling. The chill that ran through me wasn’t from the night air, it was from the sudden emptiness left behind. I knew then that whatever happened after tonight, the line between love and forbidden desire had already blurred. And I, Seraphina Bloodfang, was far too deep to ever turn back.