Fimfiction Cinematic Adventures Novels & Stories

Prepare to be captivated, challenged, and drawn into a story that will linger in your mind long after you turn the page. ⚠️ Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and locations are imaginary. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. This story contains mature themes, emotional intensity, and dark romance. Reader discretion is strongly advised. © Cindy. All rights reserved. Unauthorized copying or reproduction is prohibited.

But I guess it's my fate, I would be admitted into the university this year, and I guess meeting Mr grumpy would be fatal, the devil doesn't bargain anyway, it's a losing game, after all, a mafia won't have a use for me. Maybe my fairy god mother decided to make one of my silly wishes come through, and she chose the silliest, maybe this might be the hottest guy I ever set my eyes upon, he ends up being unreachable. I laid my back on the bed in defeat I can only imagine. My imagination has worked for me for ages now, i pictured a scene in my head, the perfect fifty shades scene, one of my R18 novels, taken from Kate's house, it disrupted my sexual fantasy, though I am stuck in my little house

I wasn’t sure if it was because of his silly face or it was my body’s post-response to all the tears that I’ve shed. “Have you ever tried wishing for a new life?” His voice became serious and he gave out a warm yet dodgy smile. “You know, Japanese and Korean comics have been too popular as of the moment because of its reincarnation or transmigration stories. Have you ever wished to experience the same thing?” Scenes from the stories that I have read flowed in my mind smoothly, it was as if someone intended that I remember it. In a slow manner, I nodded at him. “Well, I’ll lie if I say I didn’t. But I know it was just a fleeting dream.” I faced the window—silently asking to end our conversati

UnKnown POV The time will soon be upon us. Soon they’ll be here and we’ll have them with in our grasp. To have the ones that will usher in a new world will be grand; for we could change the world to any one that we want. I sat at my desk smiling at the paper that sat in front of me. So, they’re in the Forrest Lake Pack. Time to set things in motion. Jason POV

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

Suddenly he went quiet, and I know what happened, it was about Hyacinth. I avoided the conversation afterwards, instead I tried my best to clean their wound with the aid kit on the car. Somehow, other feelings came to me, a feeling that as a woman it wasn’t necessary but also growing unbeknown. It’s jealousy, and to think the jealousy come for a dead woman. “Cat, we are here.” Said Elm to me, when he noticed I was daydreaming. Looking at the window, I saw a small community, with log cabins, thriving in the middle of the forest, with river run through it, and children running around. It’s almost midnight, but the children were playing around in the grass.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

’ Rafe asked fearfully as he tried—and failed—to rise to his feet. I glanced down and saw four deep claw marks and blood dripping from my leg and chest. ‘No,’ I barked out a split second before Abaddon charged again. I aimed low this time, trying to cut the tendons of his front legs, but my cuts weren't deep enough to cause serious damage. I was about to move back, but he was faster, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. I screamed as his jaws began to close, crushing bone after bone. ‘Son of a bitch!’ Rafe growled, limping toward me. He jumped on Abaddon's back, forcing him to release me from his grip.

Victor pounding deep and hard, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass. Jade grinding down on Lila’s mouth, fingers pinching her own nipples, moaning loud and shameless. The mirrors reflected everything—Lila bound and writhing, Victor’s muscles flexing with every thrust, Jade riding her face with abandon. Lila came first—muffled screams against Jade’s pussy, body arching off the bed as she clenched around Victor’s cock. Jade followed seconds later, flooding Lila’s mouth with her release, thighs trembling. Victor pulled out, flipped Lila onto her stomach, and entered her again from behind—deeper this angle, brutal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversen

It turned into a pool of void. Victor opened his eyes. There was no gold. There was no white. There was no iris. There was only the abyss. "Step away from the crib," Victor said. His voice had no echo. It sounded flat and final. Fenris turned. The green fire in his eyes flared. The Dead Thing rises, Fenris mocked. You are broken little wolf. Fenris lunged. He moved with supernatural speed. He was a blur of shadow and teeth. Victor didn't move. He didn't dodge.