Novel & Cerita Frozen Fanfiction Archive

Hi there lovely readers! Here's a list of my other works you can probably find on certain apps/sites. -*-*-*- 1) Incubus' Blood Harem [male oriented book | W E B N O V E L] 2) Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess - Completed. [W E B N O V E L | C H E R E A D S] 3) Sex Delicacies [M O B O R E A D E R] 4) His Wife Is My Lover - Volume one, completed.

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I stopped pounding on the door, letting my body slide down the glass until I collapsed onto the freezing tiles. Kenna's words echoed in my ears, and I let out a bitter laugh. I brought this on myself. The unbearable cold drained the heat from my body, inch by inch. I started hallucinating. I felt like I was burning, as if flames were licking at my skin. I began pulling off my clothes. Then, my heart stopped. My soul left my body. I saw Archie leisurely walk up to the glass door with a phone in hand. He looked down at me.

It was survival. He sat on the couch in his sweatpants and a wrinkled hoodie, laptop balanced on his thighs. The coffee mug resting against his leg had long since gone cold, the bitter scent of it mixing with the faint smell of dust and fabric softener. His eyes burned from hours of scrolling and cross-checking, his fingers moving with obsessive rhythm across the keys. On his screen glared a single phrase, bold and ominous: “The Kanzaki Family.”

We weren't falling; we were being Uploaded. The sensation was like being shredded by a million diamond needles. I felt my memories being categorized, my emotions being assigned a numerical value, and my "Rejection" being labeled as a System Error. We hit a floor of solid, white glass. This was the Archive of the Moon. It was a vertical library that seemed to stretch into infinity, filled with millions of translucent, glowing orbs. Each orb contained a "Backup" of a life, a pack, or a timeline. The air was sterile, smelling of ozone and the dry, ancient cold of the Ninth Cycle.

Flynn growled, slamming deep one last time before he came, flooding my ass with hot cum. Ace followed right after, burying himself to the hilt in my pussy and pumping me full. Alaric pulled out of my mouth and painted my tits and neck with thick ropes of his release, marking me. They held me there, suspended between them, cum leaking from both my holes as I trembled and panted. My mind was fuzzy, floating in a haze of pleasure and shame and raw satisfaction. Ace kissed my neck softly. “Good girl. That was just the beginning.”

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

I will hit another milestone soon i think, but i shouldn't be too much confident for that. Again, this will be deleted soon. Love you guys! And also, i have a F* group for my fans, and i will post updates so everyone will know i am updating! It is in my F* page, ANNE author. If you can't find it, there is a link in the comment section of my work.

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Beneath the title a fresh sub-heading was typesetting itself across the margin in a dark high-density blue font: THE ARCHIVE OF THE UNBOUND AUTHOR. STATUS: PENDING_REJECTION. "We did not clear the directory " Elara rasped, scrambling to her feet. She held the vibrating ledger against her ribs like a shield. "Every time I write a draft, every time I force a reset, the system does not delete the history. It just creates a chapter in the same volume. It is building a case against us, Julian. It is compiling every error until the file size is large enough to trigger a purge."