Fanservice Paradox Novels & Stories

(Hello, sister. "Ramos ti ha mandato un messaggio anche lui? Non voglio mai vederlo, cazzo. Per favore, fai qualcosa, Dio. Lo odio, cazzo-" She rambles on and on, her nervousness clearer than ever. (Did Ramos text you too? I don't want to fucking see him, ever. Please do something, God, I fucking hate him-) I hate when she panics like this. She's only twenty-one years old. I feel horrible, not being able to keep her out of all this crap.

Is this a part of her power? “How do you know that I am staring at you?” I asked. “Well,” She sighed and chuckled. I stared at her and her cheeks flushed even it was dark but her white complexion was still visible up close. “I am also staring at you.” She confessed. “Why? Am I that funny that I made ‘the popular Maria’ to stare at me?” I stressed. “I like your style, Luke. You intrigued me. You are different from the other guys. I see that you do not care about the immature sense of popularity and social status.”

Warning⚠⚠: this chapter is a bit emotional My mom has been behaving very strange lately, receiving strange calls and crying after receiving those calls. I have tried asking her what it was but as usual, she doesn't open up. "mom I am fade up with all these shit, can you stop crying and tell me what the hell is wrong with you" I said "language", she said Oops!! even in a bad condition she still care about my language. so funny I said sarcastically

"What about you? Are you okay?" There's a silence on the other end of the line that stops me short, and I shoot a concerned glance between Mark and Theo. "Sadie picked me up from school," Faith whispers softly. "Sasha—Sasha called them. Xander made her. She told them all about the team, and Sadie is having none of it. I'm banned." "Banned? What in the fuck are you talking about, baby?" "She won't let me out of the house." "That's bullshit—"

I yelled "We didn’t do anything, it’s basically business, you gave us that right and in return, we pay you a certain amount of money. Talking about the money, I just remembered something." He pulled out his phone "Do you want cash or a transfer?" He asked "You are inhuman, brutal, cruel, you are a monster." I spitted "I’m sorry Afraah, I’m really sorry" Rayan said "I hate you. I hate all of you." I cried out

yikes i dont like her. @tayloryourethemuse prob not my place to ask you to shut up but I'm still gonna be impolite and ask u to SHUT UP @cam-era both the camerizer fandom and the muser fandom are crazy. Hella fucking crazy. when the piping tea is gonna get served, a commotion is gonna be created. highkey cant wait. _________

If she were anything else, we would’ve sensed or noticed it on her. “The Paragons are not just a combination of species with a mother from one species and a father from another. They have a mother and a father who are Paragons, too, and they come from aonce-thought-to-be-extinct species, the first species where all other species derive from.” I ran my tongue across my teeth and took in the information that Tyler had presented me. Tyler was batshit crazy most of the time. From the outside, this might’ve seemed like one of those times, but it couldn’t be. I hadn’t seen anything like Anna before.

I wasn't fighting the Heir; I was Invalidating the Inheritance. "The Paradox isn't a secret, Leo! It’s a Spoiler-Alert for Cowards!" I cried out, my voice cracking with the strain of holding onto my own humanity. "The World-Tree doesn't just grow in the light—it grows in the Decision to stay Ugly for the People who love your Scars! You can't optimize a soul, and you can't archive a mother's love!"

She looked to the shore. She called over a young girl, barely seven years old, a descendant of a Sycophant who had found "Friction" and a Vance engineer. The girl’s eyes were a swirling amber, and her skin possessed the faint, translucent shimmer of the Eleventh Frequency. She was the personification of the Paradox. "This is for you," Sarah said, handing the 1956 Ledger to the child. "It’s a book of mistakes, rebellions, and very loud noises. It’s the history of why we aren't perfect."

"We'll try you with this then, shall we?" Lucy vanished below Cherry's breast-obscured field of vision and suddenly Cherry felt the head of the dildo being pushed into her. It was, she realised, enormously think as well as long; she was being rent in half by the enormous cock being forced, relentlessly into her cunt. Michael's own swollen member was filling her ass while the latex cock filled her pussy. Her nipples were being assaulted by a combination of pain and pleasure that matched the sensations stemming from her behind. And the worst thing of all was that Cherry knew that all this humiliation was going to make her cum like she had not had sex in a decade.