Fangs Of Fortune Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A rich heiress, a perfect match to the heir to the Fox fortune. For a brief moment, I closed my eyes, unwilling to look at the perfect pair that they made. They were like a beautiful painting, and I was out of place, the only flaw in the perfect painting. "That boy is dead, Yara. Andrian Fox and Yara are worlds apart. Stop embarrassing yourself." He whispered, his lips twisted into an amused grin. " We weren't supposed to meet in the first place. It was an accident. Cherish the days that we once spent together and stop being greedy."

“The polar bear prince is apologizing to me? That is a win for the day. Apology accepted.” “And with that fang action, you have a double win.” Finn began to blush again, turning his head to the side. “I was just shocked. I’m fine.” “I can’t wait to tell Darren about his mate giving your fangs a hand job—” “And I think this conversation has officially crossed the line,” I said, turning to look down the dividing path. I caught a scent ... it was faint and not fresh. But it was one that I would recognize anywhere. I began to run toward the fragrance.

Angela, who is smiling brightly and still so young. "Anne, it turns out that your daughter has inherited your pretty face. I am very lucky and happy to have met him. Maybe he can replace you. I must be able to get and have Angela Virendra." Fergus smiled contentedly. "I will not let go of your daughter. Neither you nor your daughter can be mine; if you can't be mine, then no one else can have you. You better get annihilated!" Fergus shouted and laughed eerily. ***

He grabbed Lauren's hand and turned her to face him, then his eyes widened at what he saw. The colour of her eyes had changed from its usual brown to a blinding red. Before Aidan could do anything, she grabbed his hand and flung him across the room, all the while yelling at the top of her voice. "You don't know!" She screamed, then came for him again. But this time he was ready. He landed on his feet and faced her with his fangs and claws extended. When she came he hit her with his body with so much force that she flew back and hit the frame of her bed, landing with a hard thud on the bed. He flew at her and landed on top of her, pinning her arms and legs down with his. She snarled at him wi

I nodded, giving him the signal. He wasted no time. Using his fangs, he tore away my remaining clothes, letting the sudden rush of cool air hit my bare skin. He stared down at me for a long moment—it felt like five minutes—before he parted my legs and rested them on his shoulder. Then, he devoured me. His powerful tongue licked, lapped, and played with my core, sending a shriek past my lips. I bit down on my fingers, weeping in sheer ecstasy.

How he had dreamed of this day for so long. Her dress lay discarded on the floor, leaving only her stockings behind. In a flash, Drew had swept everything aside, leaving Felicity exposed and vulnerable before him. She yearned for his clothes to join hers in disarray, but he hesitated, retreating slightly. She wanted to voice her frustration, but then she sensed the primal energy within him stirring; his wolf was on the verge of breaking free. His breath came out in heavy bursts, reminiscent of a train racing down the tracks, and a low growl rumbled from deep within him as his fingers elongated, fangs glistening.

Freya, a gray tabby, circles the couch, giving Lucas the stink eye, and Pandora, an orange-white-and-black calico sits on the bottom stair, growling. Lucas looks at each of them, and for a second, I think he can sense them for what they really are. “It’s late,” I blurt. “For me at least. And I’ve had a long, trying day. Thank you again for taking me home. We have no debt.” “We never did,” he says, cocky grin taking over his face once again. “What?” “You think I don’t know when blood is spilled in my own place of business? I could smell it the second he sank his teeth into her neck.”

Maris' tongue automatically glued to the roof of her tongue as she swallowed all the uncensored words that almost slipped out of her lips. She chanced a glance at Lucy who was walking beside Dracula, their fingers intwined as they led the others on feet. Her gaze burnt through the back of Lucy's head and she glanced over her shoulder to meet Maris' pleading gaze. 'Help me' Maris muttered, but Lucy only offered a blank look before glancing away to her front. Maris was a stalwart young woman, but things were beginning to deteriorate. She was at her wits' that she didn't know what to do to end this all.

It was the forge in which their love had been tested and proven not fragile, but unyielding. His gaze swept over the glittering skyline, and he saw the other binding force, the most obvious one: the fortune. The staggering, almost obscene wealth represented by every lit window. The oil fields, the shipping lanes, the stock portfolios, the patents. They were bound by fortune in the most literal sense—a vast, sprawling web of financial interdependence that had, at first, been the only language they had in common. Mentor and protégé. Employer and employee. It was the initial gravity that had pulled them into each other’s orbit.

The heiress’s commanding presence was so overwhelming that Lola collapsed to the ground in fear. "I… I don’t know," she stammered. "I was already pregnant when I was working at the bar. I only turned to Adrian because I needed someone to take responsibility." The moment she said it, Adrian exploded. "You bitch!" he shouted, lunging forward and wrapping his hands around her throat. "You said this was my baby! That’s the only reason I gave you money! Turns out it’s some other bastard’s kid? How much money have you stolen from me?!"