Final Space Fanfiction

22-year-old Anastasia Sanchez is a diehard fan of the e-book, Bonded: a werewolf love story with millions of fans around the world. When the final pages of Bonded cruelly tear the main leads apart, she is livid! She confronts the author and demands her to write the sequel with the two main leads getting back together. Instead of agreeing with her, the author gives her the task that’ll change her life forever: to write the sequel herself! But there’s a catch! Instead of writing the sequel with a laptop and Wi-Fi, Anastasia is magically transported inside the virtual world of Bonded and becomes one of its characters! Her problem doesn’t end there, her desire to give the two main leads a happy ending is cut short when she finds herself falling in love with Bonded’s male lead, Alpha Hugh Montemayor. Caught between loyalty to her beloved characters and the undeniable allure of Hugh’s embrace, will Anastasia sacrifice her own desires for the sake of the story, or will she rewrite the script of her own heart?

The new era of royalty has been born. Alessia and her child was away for too long. Years after years, Elijah already taken the step forward to meet his family. But during this time, the darkest evil has risen. The war erupted. The primordial beings has risen. The real evil will be uncovered. Wysteria is about to fall. Behold, witness the final battle of immortality.

Nearly twenty years ago, a vicious Alpha slaughtered hundreds of werewolves in cold blood in order to steal their pack lands. Winners write the history and Alpha Carlos Rivera made himself the hero of his tale. He claimed that he devised The Expansion, a plan to unite the surrounding packs to defend them all from a rogue war, for the common good. Enola Grey was made an orphan in The Expansion and grew up on the united pack lands, never knowing she has Celtic Alpha blood running through her veins. Kallan O’Cleirigh, a Lycan clan leader, travels to the united pack lands in search of his pretimarei, his precious love. But Kallan will have his work cut out for him; his mate is a strong-willed, independent she-wolf and will have to fall in love with him of her own volition whilst resisting the pull of her werewolf mate. Will Kallan be able to win the love of his pretimarei? Or will Enola succumb to the undeniable pull of the werewolf mate bond? Enola might think her life is plain and boring, but as the twentieth anniversary of The Expansion approaches, her final year of college will prove to be anything but.

Izabella and her closest friend traveled to Greece for a summer job on the runway. Still, on the final day of the picture shoot, she was kidnapped by the lone heir to the advertising firm. She was involved in a car accident in her haste to get away while under the influence of drugs. It was terrible that the other vehicle's driver—the fiancée of the enigmatic global business mogul Aleksander Georgiou—passed away. He took her to jail to sue her when she awoke in the hospital. She can only be freed if she consents to marry him in name only in exchange for his betrothed, who perished in the collision. She had no choice when he blackmailed her into marrying him, using her secret that he discovered during the collision.

It's the final round of this year's Pack Pup Tournament. I can't take my eyes off my pup, Patrick Grant, as he wins the title. When the host calls Patrick's parents onstage to celebrate, I leap up, thrilled. But then I see Nicholas Grant, my Alpha mate, walk up with his secretary, Natalia Lawson. They stand side by side under the spotlight, kissing Patrick on both cheeks. It's as if Natalia is the mother, as if she's the Luna of our pack, as if they're the perfect family. I can only stand there in the audience, feeling the weight of countless startled stares, too ashamed to lift my head. Later, Nicholas brushes the incident off. "You were seated farther back. It was easier to bring Natalia up on stage," he explains. Easier? I swallow the humiliation and force myself to believe it was just an unfortunate coincidence—until today, that is. I sense through our blood bond that something's wrong with Patrick, so I drop everything and race to the pack hospital. But when I arrive, Patrick is lying in Natalia's lap, whining to her in a soft voice. I step forward to introduce myself, but the healer only looks surprised. "The emergency contact form lists Natalia as his mom, though." It turns out Patrick himself had stripped me of my role as his mother. And Nicholas didn't stop him. I finally understand. I don't belong in this family anymore. That night, I tell Nicholas I want to dissolve the mate bond between us. He doesn't even look up as he says, "Don't be dramatic. You'd dissolve our bond over a single name on a form?" "Yes."

In the final year of my bond with vampire lord Saul, the curse of our pact struck, and I was overwhelmed by agony, but my lord was nowhere to be found. He had gone out. He left me to suffer. Alone. When the door finally creaked open the next morning, I looked up through bloodshot eyes—hope flickering like a dying candle. But he wasn't alone. He carried an unconscious woman in his arms, her head resting against his chest like she belonged there. Ignoring me as I curled up on the floor in pain, he first carried the woman to his room and called the old butler anxiously. "Jacinda's passed out. Hurry! Check if she's all right!" The old butler cautiously pleaded on my behalf, hoping our lord could save me first, but Saul frowned and interrupted: "Jacinda is in danger, and I have no mind to drink her blood now. She just needs to pull through herself. Believe me, she won't die. Right now, the priority is to save Jacinda." A frown and a glance in my direction was his only response to the old butler's desperate plea. With my only hope shattered, I clenched my teeth and slashed several long wounds on my arms and hands to drain blood for self-rescue. After a long period of weak convulsions, the curse of the pact finally ended. I lay in a pool of blood, sending a message with my last faint consciousness. "I promise I will leave him."

After my pack fell, my father and I joined the Black Moon Pack. Alpha Victor admired my gift for runes and promised to make me his Luna. I was so full of hope, I didn’t even mind that he was using my gift to shield his entire pack. But he kept delaying our marking ceremony, leaving me to endure the pack’s scorn for my fallen bloodline. On the eve of my father’s death, he even temporarily marked Seraphina, the daughter of another Alpha. He claimed it was to secure an alliance. I cried myself dry in the endless wait, only to hold my father as he died in my arms. Victor, however, continued to use my gift, commissioning runes from me only to give them to Seraphina. The final straw was when Seraphina destroyed my rune sanctum and flaunted the very pendant I’d crafted for my own bonding ceremony. That’s when my heart finally shattered. I no longer cared about being his Luna. I simply walked away. But after I left, Victor’s desperate plea echoed from the Moon Goddess altar. “Come back and be my Luna. Please.”

My wife and I were both liars. She lied to me 99 times. "I'll forget all about him, I swear." That man was her first love. She never did forget about him. I only lied to her one time. To get her to sign the divorce papers. Time came to the final day of the cooling-off period. Three hours before it was up, I packed up all my stuff and bought a flight ticket to another country. Two hours before it was up, I cut up all my photos that had her in it, leaving only myself. One hour before it was up, I placed the divorce papers on the table. When she saw the papers, they drove her mad.

I'd spent an entire year preparing for my son Tristan Pascall's spot at a top international school. By the final admissions review, I had every single document ready. All that was missing was the original copy of Richard Pascall and my marriage certificate. Once we handed that in, it would be official. But when we got to the admissions office, Richard turned on me, accusing me of arranging this without telling him. Before I could clap back, the admin frowned and said, "Ma'am, according to the system, Mr. Pascall's spouse isn't you." My whole body went cold. And then Iris Poole—who had been standing behind Richard this whole time—stepped up and slid her marriage certificate across the counter. The staff checked it, nodded, and said, "Mr. Pascall, Ms. Poole, your registration date is June, four years ago. Everything looks fine. You may proceed." June, four years ago. That was the exact month Richard held my hand in front of all our friends and family at our engagement party and promised I was his one true love. He had lied to me about that for the past seven years.

Jack Saunders wanted one last hurrah before taking the mantle of DS Oil & Gas, the billion-dollar company that his father founded. His friend, Owen, let him borrow his mansion on a tropical island so that he could throw a final party before “marrying” the business that would dominate the rest of his life. He brought his secretary, Brandy, hoping that he could kindle a relationship that would last through the long days and nights of running a company. However, while the party was great, the gold digging woman he brought was not, and Jack resigned himself to a lifetime of loneliness. That was until he took a walk down the beach and met her. A woman who didn’t recognize him from the tabloids and only saw him, the man behind the money. Of all the women Jack had ever met, there was nobody like Emma LaRue. With one pretend marriage ceremony, she would change his life forever, and become the only one he ever wanted to give his saltwater kisses to. This novella is the first half of Saltwater Kisses written from Jack’s point-of-view, with a few bonus scenes thrown in as well.