Novel & Cerita Fringe Fiction Unlimited

The warm shade enveloped us like a secret sanctuary, shielding our naked bodies from prying eyes and the relentless sun. The distant roar of waves and melodic calls of birds dissolved into nothing but our ragged breathing and soft, desperate moans. Finn hovered above me, his piercing green eyes dark with feral lust. He kissed me deeply, tongue plunging into my mouth before trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down my jaw, along the sensitive column of my neck, and across my collarbone.

Valle didn’t seem affected by the formula at all; all he did was sneeze loudly, breaking the tense silence, and then rushed over to help Alexa. flashback over Now, disappointment mixed with confusion filled Leonard's mind as his anger continued to build. Suddenly, he couldn’t hold back anymore. With a loud roar of frustration, he swung his arm across the nearest countertop. Beakers, papers, and all sorts of instruments went flying, crashing to the floor with a loud bang as glass shattered everywhere. His anger spilled out, just like his shattered dreams.

"Try it on. If it doesn't fit, I have a backup that's meaner." I unzip the bag right there in the loading zone and the black fabric catches the afternoon light like oil on water. It's a slip dress, silk charmeuse, cut so simple it's almost cruel — thin straps, a neckline that plunges to the sternum, a hem that won't cover much. I hold it up and feel my pulse thicken. "Sasha. This is —"

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

Just a metal table littered with ancient maps and scrolls, a leather chair that creaks like it’s tired of existing, and a fireplace that hasn’t seen a real fire in ages. I toss my cloak onto a hook shaped like a screaming face, it was a gift and as ironically as that sounded it was true. I walk into the kitchen, if you can call it that. It’s more like a corner with a sink, a rusty fridge humming low like it’s alive, and a cupboard filled with flasks and potion bottles. Half of them are poison. The other half? Might be worse. I've never bothered to check, the cupboard just restocks itself. I open the fridge and pull out a bottle of Underroot liquor. Strong enough to burn a hole through your t

It was the one place Julian would never think to look, as it seemed too obvious and too foolish. To the left, behind the third dryer, there was a panel that looked bolted. A slim metal case waiting in the gap. Eleven files. Enough dirt to drag every rich family that ever paid the Forge to bury their messes straight to hell. We were maybe ten feet away when the lights cut out completely. The emergency red lights flickered on, washing the whole place in a sick glow. Julian's voice came over the intercom, smooth and almost laughing, like he still thought the situation was fun.

Neither of them spoke. Because I wasn't finished. "You know what?" I laughed. A little hysterically. "I genuinely hope every single mafia man wakes up tomorrow with erectile dysfunction!" Silence. "I hope your bloodlines end with you!" Marco made a strange choking sound. "I hope women collectively unionise and leave all of you to die alone!" Marco looked like he was trying very hard not to laugh. “Does the word unionise exist?” I pointed at him. "You too, Apple Boy!" "...Apple Boy?"