From Dusk Till Dawn Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk — Book Two: The Blood Crown Chapter Two: Before the Beginning Damian arrived in forty minutes, which meant he had been in the car before she finished the call. She met him at the door. He looked the way he had been looking since the bankruptcy — stripped of infrastructure, clean of armor, just the man himself in a dark jacket and the face she had once known better than she knew her own. His eyes went to Hargrove first, then to the empty chair where Elliot had been sitting, then to Lila.

Then— A soft creak. From the hallway. Someone was walking. Chloe's heart jumped. Marcus stood silently. He reached for the weapon hidden beneath his jacket. Another creak. Closer. Chloe rose from her chair. "Everyone's supposed to be asleep," she whispered. Marcus nodded. "Exactly." The bedroom door at the end of the hallway moved. Just slightly. Chloe stared. Marcus stepped in front of her. The door opened another inch. Then stopped. Nobody spoke. Marcus moved forward.

The flames cast a wild glow on Silvia's face as she laughed, a chilling, unhinged cackle. "You always looked down on me, didn't you? You're the reason I got sick in the first place. I saved your life, and how do you repay me? You dump me in a hospital and don't give a damn, leaving me to the fists of those ruthless loan sharks. I tried calling you, again and again, but I could never reach you! "Derrick, you don't deserve this good life. While I'm rotting in the gutters, you're out there, living it up. Why don't we just end it all together?"

Hence this beach has lost its popularity, and now it merely serves as a fishing port anymore. Coming here in hopes of seeing the vaquita wasn't the main reason why I always come to this place. The truth is that whenever I'm here, I feel like I am the only alive person in the entire world. It feels like I'm in an apocalyptic setting, where monsters dominate every inch of the planet, and I am the protagonist whom the author wants to keep alive until the end of the story. Thinking that way, as I look at the dark ocean beyond me, makes me feel like I'm important in the midst of chaos. From that illusion, I could feel a sense of worth, contrary to what reality gives me. For, in reality, I was jus

Phoebe looked in the direction of the sewing machine but her eyes were no longer light, maybe Phoebe wasn't looking forward to living and leaving. “Look, Louis. Congratulations on finding the key location. However, our game continues. Phoebe Edward has been held here for three days and now our game has officially begun, do you think if this beautiful girl has to starve and look thirsty to wait for you to come save her? he will die. I look forward to your answer. Louis, oppression lies within you: violets lie on the sand dunes, sunflowers lie in a sea of ​​fire, the farewell of the wind and the revenge of the water."

Rafael was as usual brutal, as he fondled her breasts and nibbled on her ear lobe as he fucked her from behind over and over again. “Ah… fuck… fuck… I am going to come again…” Dawn screamed as she closed her eyes and came, and soon after that Rafael was inside her as well. Finally, Dawn collapsed on the bed and was breathing heavily while Rafael lay down beside her, both were breathing heavily. Dawn stared at the clock, “wow, we fucked for ten hours… fucking beasts.” she then laughed as she lay on her back and stared at the ceiling. Suddenly she felt herself being engulfed in strong arms.

I thrashed, but the guards pinned me down. My blood flowed through tubes to Vivian, my lips paling as dizziness set in. The doctor signaled enough, but Daniel waved him off. Before I blacked out, I saw him kiss Vivian's forehead so tenderly, as if she were his soulmate. ... I came to at night, discarded on a bench. Pain was still radiating through me. The IV needle dangled from my arm, blood pooling on the floor. Gritting through pain, I yanked it out and limped home.

RHETT Dawn came, and I sat on the folded couch rubbing some cream onto my feet. A welcomed gift, that Nyctimus’ mate had sent to our room last night. The ointment was already doing its job and soothing my feet. This was the second application I was putting on and already my sore and blistered feet were beginning to heal.

And then he gripped my hair tight, pulling my head back so he could kiss me hard, and then pushed me down to my knees, forcing me to open my mouth before shoving his stiff, hard cock inside my mouth until he came at the back of my throat. Then he kissed me again, tasting himself on my tongue, and groaned as he found me soaking wet. As a reward and punishment for being too eager, he made me ache with his fingers until I begged him to fuck me against the wall in his steam-fogged shower room. That one scene from Dawn was inspired by what I wanted to happen to us right now. The only difference was that Kull and Zsoraya ended up doing exactly what they wanted under the waterfall. Not like this, c

Devon continued, and I returned my attention to him. "It is rumored across the school that no one crosses your path and gets away with it but I did, and you all did nothing, meaning you guys are interested in me. I feel so honored, so thereby I am offering myself as a slave to you all, to do your bidding and as you all like. Love, Dawn." He concluded. 'Dawn?' I pondered. 'What a lovely name.’ I acknowledged it inwardly, battling a strong desire to pronounce it outwardly. I looked up at her and suddenly the feeling of disappointment began to brew within me.