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The metal clamps on my nipples pinched hard, sending sharp stings through my breasts with every breath I took, and I pressed my lips together to hold back the whine building in my throat. He looked down at me, his mouth twisting into a slow grin that showed his teeth, and he leaned in until his face was inches from mine, his breath hot on my skin. “Funny? Gianna, this is the best thing I’ve read in a long time. You wrote all these dirty little fantasies about me, about how you want me to tie you up and use you like a fucktoy. Why would I untie you when we’re just getting started?” My face burned, the heat spreading from my cheeks down my neck, and I felt my pussy clench at his words, even th

They fucked her harder, their coordinated thrusts becoming a synchronized, desperate race toward release. Anya shattered first. Her body convulsed, a violent, shaking orgasm that ripped through her. Her cunt gushed around Leo’s cock, a hot flood of juices that soaked his shaft. Her ass squeezed Marcus’s cock in rhythmic, pulsing contractions. A scream, raw and unfiltered, tore from her throat.

“Although I wouldn't say I cheated because you never agreed to date me.” “I have been chatting with a lady on a platform named Fantastic. I only became her fan because you pushed me away, and I was sad and angry. I needed comfort. I asked her to do things that I am not proud of like stripping, meeting me in a hotel and revealing her face for me for cash.”

Abigail and her friend, Lana, sat on the plush sofa in the living room, laughing as they chatted. "Girl, it's funny, but fan pages are annoying," Lana complained as she continued scrolling through her phone. "I don't know. I like some of my fan pages," Abigail shrugged. "Oh, not until someone gets scammed by one of those fake profiles claiming to be Abigail Hathaway," Lana pointed out. "Well, I can live with that. The real issue is the blogs and their bullshit. I found one talking about my ass expecting a baby with a secret lover-who is a married man."

Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned the fantasies part. She wiggled her eyebrows, completely unaware that Magnus was listening intently, his fingers barely twitching against his thigh now. The pack around them held their collective breath, waiting for some reaction. Any reaction. "I used to write the most ridiculous fan fiction," Cathy continued, completely unselfconscious. "Edward and Bella? More like Edward and my imagination. I bet he'd be way less interesting in real life. Probably would just brood and play piano all day. At least werewolves seem like they know how to have fun. Do you guys have epic pack parties? I'm imagining full moon dance-offs or something."

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I typed a comment on the last chapter. [NotYourFan89: FUCK YOU, AUTHOR! WHAT KIND OF SHITTY ENDING IS THAT? YOU HAD ONE JOB! EVEN I CAN WRITE BETTER THAN YOU DO. HOW ARE YOU GOING TO COMPENSATE ME FOR THE MENTAL DAMAGE THAT THIS ENDING GAVE ME?] I was just venting. After reading a 1000 chapters long novel, it was in my right to let out some steam. [Ping!] I checked the reply. It was from the evil author.

“She’s the last person on my mind when I sleep and my first thought when I wake up. I miss her when I eat, study, sleep. I feel like crying loudly when I go into your bedroom and I see her empty space.” “Honey, but I’m trying my best to fulfill all your requirements. You know you’re my eldest daughter and I love you more than anyone” My dads eyes filled with tears as he spoke to me. “This huge mansion full of furniture and a 100 servants is still empty without mom. These fancy dresses and money can’t replace my mother.” I cried. “There’s no one to look after Anna and Zac. Anna is just 15 and Zac is 10. They need a mother. I totally agree that you’re trying your best and you love me the most

"You wanted to escape getting married to me so bad, that you washed me with insults in front of my Dad. That was mortifying." My face heated in embarrassment. The waiter brought wine and I took a sip from my glass quickly before mumbling. "Ah yeah. I did that. Sorry about that." "Oh it's fine," he laughed. "So, I'm guessing you were inspired by the ten fanfictions written on our names?" I almost spat the wine in my mouth all over the table. "Do we have fanfictions? What the hell?" He shrugged. "Should I pretend I hate them too?"

Fan 4: “Go, Shadow! We believe you’re innocent… someone is out to get you!” Fan 5: “Don’t stay silent, Shadow! Use your literary prowess to shut down those keyboard warriors! I know you’re being framed!” Netizen 1: “The brainless fans above are laughable. With all the hard evidence, they’re still living in a fantasy world! Did you use all your brainpower just for reading?” Netizen 2: “Registered a T*****r account and already trending? Shadow is impressive! Look at that face and figure… your backer must be quite the influential figure.”