Frantic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My body heats up anywhere he touches me, and all of my senses go crazy. My mind is spinning as I struggle to see through a cloud of unexpected desire, and I blame my foolish body for responding the way it does to an alpha's touch. My heat is still in full swing from yesterday night's full moon, and just the smell and touch of it is enough to send me into a frenzy. I groan in agony, but the alpha in the back of me is yanked away, and another person grabs me. "We must leave", a stern voice declares. "Jack, keep it together."

I slammed my hands onto the glass table continuously until it shattered making my hands bleed. "What the fuck man?" Farhan cursed as he pulled me back. "Have you gone fucking crazy?" he spat at me. I looked at him with red teary eyes, a humourless laugh leaving my lips. "So crazy" I bitterly smiled. "You're sick" he snapped making me chuckle before pulling me into a hug, my tears dripping onto his shoulder. "I'm so crazy for her man, I'm so crazy for her that I might actually become insane for life" my body shook as I sucked in some air.

I see a few roaches the size of rats and a few rats nearly the size of my forearm but the crude graffiti and the questionable stains on the walls, along with the used condoms on the floor are a good distraction. I check my phone for the apartment number when I reach the third floor. Fletcher is supposed to be in the number six. I found the sad excuse for a door with an outline of where the door number used to be. Summoning up my last bit of courage I lift my chin and knock on the door. I didn’t get an answer so I knock again. Again it was all silent. I knock yet again for good measure and am about to turn away when the door opens. “Well I guess you did like it after all,” Fletcher says smugl

] Eden’s body jerked violently as he felt the horrifying pain of his soul being torn apart bit by bit. At last, he abandoned every shred of dignity and began smashing his forehead repeatedly against the frozen ground, sobbing and begging me desperately. “Summer! Summer, I was wrong! Please save me!” “If you marry me, I’ll give you all sixty million!” “I swear! I’ll be your dog from now on! I’ll do whatever you say! Please… please don’t let me die!” Struggling desperately, he reached toward me, trying to grab the hem of my pants like it was the last thing keeping him alive.

Makes a small fantasy I never really knew I had bloom in the back of my mind and wishing that right now shit was back to the way it was and we aren’t in this fucked up little co-parenting/separation period so I could sit back with my cock in my hand and watch as Dante fucks the shit out of Durani’s mouth like the little slut she is for us, while this Nico guy fucks her tight little pussy. I want nothing more the to hear her small moans as she chokes on Dantes dick as he slams it down her throat. The memories of watching the mixture of spit and my cum ooze out of her mouth from forcing her not to swallow so she can swallow my cum with the cum of my brothers now has me rock fucking hard and no

My cunt fluttering on the edge of my orgasm. It builds like a volcano about to erupt. And in my fantasy, Dante rubs his cock head against my clit, circling and pushing but never where I want him the most. My fingers move frantically. My thumb grinds on my clit in tight, desperate circles. The pr sure keeps building. “Daddy please, put it in me please! Fuck me. Please!” I’m right there. About to tip over the edge and— The door creaks open. I freeze, yanked out so violently from my fantasy that I feel physically sick.

"Lycan-fated wounds knit faster. Even on a... thing... like you. Now, be quiet." ​The speaker clicked off. ​A thing like you. ​I was alone again, in the dark, with his casual cruelty echoing in my ears. Lycan-fated. The words implied a connection that my soul recoiled from. He was right about one thing, though. The bleeding, which had been a steady, warm flow, did feel... slower. The edges of the wound seemed to be pulling, itching, a strange, deep-throbbing sensation that was almost as agonizing as the wound itself. It wasn't healing, not really, but it was trying.

He ate me out ravenously, sinking his thick fingers into my cunt and curving them to hit my spot. I swallowed lumps and lumps of suppressed painful frustration, my breaths short and broken in hitches, my palms in need of something to hold on to. I was almost sure that I was going to pass out and die of sexual frustration, when the alarm suddenly beeped. Oh...had I made it? Oh my...it felt so surreal, but Ferrara was climbing on top of me and licking off the remaining ice with his tongue. Then, he yanked at the material that concealed my eyesight, tugging it free and...

I ached for him to go faster, but he seemed to be taking his time with it. "Fuck!" I groaned. "Stroke me faster!" I urged him. It was frustrating the way he slowly stroked me, and that caused me to grit my teeth in anger. If only he would heed my words and increase his strokes. He removed his hand from my shaft and knelt in front of me. Just like my imagination, he deep-throated me. "Fin!" I tugged on his head. His warm mouth on my hard shaft drove me crazy. "Fuck!"

“Fuck… you’re going to regret it, Cilia. Every insult. Every look. Every time you made me feel small.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a low, guttural groan I came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting across my stomach and chest. My cock pulsed in my fist, spilling again and again while the fantasy played behind my eyes. I kept stroking through it, milking every drop, thighs shaking. When it finally faded, I lay there breathing hard, cum cooling on my skin. The rage was still there, quieter now but deeper, settling but ready. She had no idea what was coming.