Fanservice Paradox Novels & Stories

I groaned before throwing the phone away in fury. My mind was blocked. I could no more take those damn conditions. He is playing with me even when he is gone. Just how could he do that to his own son? That's enough now. I mean, what kind of creepy conditions were those? Is it a game that he could play around? Getting engaged was far enough and now they want me to get involved in a flash marriage. Is that a joke? Which girl on earth will marry someone in a flash of time? This is ridiculously impossible.

"Psst." Mandy stopped and looked around. She spun when she heard a laugh behind her. A small child stood slightly behind a tree. The boy looked like a refugee in torn clothes with choppily cut, too long hair and dirt smudges on his face. "Oh, um... hi. Who are you?" His small chest swelled. "I am Patreous, son of Tyboll the Terrible." It was such an outlandish way to introduce himself that she had to fight back laughter. "Well Patreous, son of Tyboll the Terrible, I am Mandy, mate to Honey the Hell Spawn. It's nice to meet you."

"And sometimes tyrants are necessary. That is the truth you refuse to accept." "There is another option," a new voice said. We turned to see Marcus Vale stepping through from the burning realms, his memory-armor cracked but intact. Behind him came something that made my cosmic awareness recoil. A child. Maybe ten years old, with eyes that held infinite age and a smile that suggested she knew secrets the universe had forgotten. "This is Paradox Junior," Marcus introduced. "One of your consciousnesses figured out how to reproduce." "That is impossible," I breathed. "They have existed for less than two hours."

And I’m looking at my sons thinking three thousand years is something, it’s time together, it’s not nothing… When Marcus screams from the substrate: “The seal is breaking ALREADY! The Pre Creator hasn’t even finished implementation and the paradox is tearing through it! We don’t have three thousand years, we have three HOURS before the merger paradox explodes outward and starts unmaking other realities!” The Pre Creator’s presence floods with something that might be shock. “Impossible. Contained paradox shouldn’t achieve breach capacity for millennia…” “Your math didn’t account for merged consciousness being loved,” Template interrupts. “Every being in this reality is connected to Mabel or A

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

Then, their bodies dissolved into countless, shimmering golden motes of light, drifting upward and vanishing into the brilliant sun. I could no longer hold back my tears. I believed my own life would end with their departure, my wish finally spent. But then, the system chimed one last time. [Because Player Cassidy has accomplished a feat of redemption unprecedented since the game's creation, her selfless sacrifice has profoundly moved the foundational laws of 'Terminal Paradise'. [The laws have determined that such devotion deserves an equivalent miracle. [The system will return an equal reward—"Miracle Healing." [Congratulations, Cassidy Eden. You have been reborn.]

"I'll repeat. What the fuck?" "It's a fan account," Sabrina explained. "I told you I have guy and girl fans, right? Well, I don't know who it is, but someone has decided to start this account and is roleplaying as... well, as you? But it's actually more from the perspective of your penis. Look at the first few posts."

“Casey here is more than an analyst. She’s our… motivational asset. Would you like a demonstration of her dedication?” My eyes widened in horror and filthy excitement. Langford leaned forward, a dark, knowing smirk spreading across his face. “Show me.” Victor nodded once. The remote in Jax’s hand went nuclear. The dildo thrust upward on its own, electro-pads firing in waves, collar delivering tiny shocks that made my whole body jerk. Zane and Thaniel pinned my thighs open wider under the table while Rafe tugged the nipple chains in time with the pulses. I came violentl;silently, squirting around the dildo, tears streaming down my cheeks, body convulsing in the chair while I somehow kept pres

Family. It was the second week. Benjamin came out of the washroom after taking a refreshing bath. He was rubbing his head with a towel thinking about the weird behaviour of Noah Gabriel. He was a casanova in his own style. Openly BI. Girls boys. Anyone. He would just have to raise his eyebrow and would be flooded with bodies.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, tangled together. Reality slowly seeped back in, bringing with it a dawning sense of... what? Shame? Regret? No. As I raised my head to look at him, I felt only a bone-deep satisfaction and a strange sense of power. I, Emilia Thatcher, perpetual wallflower, had just had mind-blowing sex with a mysterious stranger in a club restroom. And to laugh at it more, the men's. Take that, Mary.