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The bed was in the opposite corner of the room from the desk, so I wasn't perfectly behind Erin, but she would still have to turn to see me. I pulled a blanket up and over my legs and started to explore. I really like a slow build to my orgasms, and I was especially trying to be subtle while Erin was in the room. I pulled out my phone and went to my favorite fan fic sites to find something good (no judgment!). It was all the same stuff. I began the endless scroll of trying to find something good. Nothing.

With that, Kristen turned off the reward function. However, there were still sharp-eyed netizens who found that the top consumer on the fanlist was actually "Woof Aloof." [Hmm, is that true? Is Superior Queenie interacting with the broadcast room viewers?] [No way, are they really good friends in real life?] [Two days ago, I saw a fan write their coupling novel. I didn"t expect that the couple I like is true!] ... Kristen looked at the comments on the bullet screen. She wanted to explain but felt that it was unnecessary. Forget it; let them misunderstand.

I will do everything I can for them both. AUTHOR NOTE! Hi lovelies, this will be the start of Fenrir’s story. Please give it a read. The Found Fated Mates Of Fenrir, is exclusive to GoodNovel. Much love Becca Lou xx

Looking up at me from her upside-down position, Blanca's eyes met mine. I refrained from smiling amidst the pandemonium, but there was no denying that Blanca always managed to make life interesting. Out of all the Johnson kids, she and I had a special bond. On my twenty-fifth birthday, she had written an Avengers fanfiction where Bucky Barnes and Captain America were more than just friends. It had been entertaining as hell. "Blanca, are you ready to go?" I asked her, trying to maintain a composed demeanor in the midst of the chaos.

So, he can only satisfy his feelings by watching Gie from afar. The turning point of their story is that Yan, who was secretly following Gie, actually was secretly followed by a stalker fan. This stalker fan was obsessed with Yan and wanted to assault him but faced with Yan’s rejection, the stalker fan loathed Yan instantly and stabbed Yan. Fortunately, Gie was nearby and noticed the commotion in their side. The stalker fan escaped, while Gie immediately treated Yan. However, that stab was fatal and Yan regrettably died without ever confessing to Gie.

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The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

I stared at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me, my heart still hammering between my legs. Four days until I see Marcus. I sighed, stretching lazily to pick up my phone. I clicked on stop and then scrolled to daddy in my contacts and hit send. “I can't wait to have that big dick of yours inside of me daddy…see you soon.” Then I flopped back, still leaking. A nagging urge pulled me to check my chats, but tiredness took over. Sleep crept in while Marcus filled my thoughts. A part of me wished the chats had won.

The way his tongue licked every juice, and for his d*ck made more juice pump out. It was everything I’d dreamed of and more. Every night, I had gone to bed, desiring him. But beneath the euphoria, a nagging thought lingered. Arlene. My best friend. She’d be furious if she finds out. Hell, she might never forgive me. She’d never understand how much I was in love with her dad, and how badly I wanted him. To her, it was betrayal but for me, it was a dream come true. I bit my lip and shook my head. I’ll deal with that later. Right now, all I cared about was how good Jackson made me feel and how deeply I’d fallen for him.