Fusionfall Fusion Novels & Stories

The aspirin was useless. Not because it didn't function anymore, but because Vanessa found that she didn't need it after all. Her migraines died out after her talk with Jake and they did not return. When she woke in the morning, she grabbed her phone to see if Jake had texted her, while half-praying he hadn't texted her. But there was no message from an unknown number. She frowned, a little disappointed, and she did not understand why she felt disappointed. She sighed, dropped her phone and rolled out of bed.

"A mess. He is scrambling to borrow money to cover the holes, but it's too much. He can't fill it." "How much?" "Nearly 20 million dollars. The company is on the verge of bankruptcy." I sighed, "Has he called the police?" "Yeah, but Yvette ran off clean," John replied. "It will take time to track her down." I hung up, reflecting. Elliot's betrayal hurt, but we'd shared five years and a son. His downfall stung, but it was his doing.

“I’m just thankful that we are still your mates, I was worried that things would end up being different with you not being a fallen.” I shook my head in shock. “What’s a fallen?” “They were angels in past lives and they’re used as tools to combat demons. They’re extremely rare because they’re normally killed off but you had survived. Baby, what I’m telling you is the truth.” He said. “This is a bit much for me to digest honestly, I barely know any of you.” I told him. A fallen? What’s he going on about things being different? I’m so confused. “I made you fall in love with me once, I’ll do it again.” He approached me and I felt tingles, proving that we were mates. He rested his forehead on to

“Now you’ve fallen—you’ve lost everything you were meant to be—just because of me!” He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze full of love and quiet certainty. “Haven’t I fallen hard enough? Long before I lost my wings… I had already fallen completely for you. And that fall was far deeper, far more real, and far more permanent than anything else I could ever experience.”

" Mia complained. I took a quick look at the label on the vial. Then, I relaxed when I realized that it was just a glucose solution. However, that single lapse in judgment ended up turning me into a murderer. The next day, I was just about to wrap up my shift when family members of the boy stormed into the nurses' station and gave me a beating without any explanation. I later found out that the boy, Max Campbell, had died from an anaphylactic shock. As it turned out, I was the last person who had given him fluids. Despite that, things weren't adding up. I only gave him glucose, which was something he had been receiving without any complications before. There was no way he would've developed

… When I came to, Lina was sitting at my side, her eyes swollen and red. I knew instantly what had happened. I slowly reached for my now-flat stomach. There was a pang of sorrow, yes, but also a strange sense of relief. With a father like Dario, perhaps not being born was a mercy. I asked Lina to hand me my phone. When I turned it on, I saw that Fran had flooded her social media with updates. One photo showed her reclining in a bathtub, back exposed, surrounded by rose petals and red wine, the city skyline glittering in the distance.

I moan, tightening my legs around him, holding myself in place so that he can fuck me with all his might. I don’t know how long we’re like that, our bodies wrapped together, our moans and groans of passion filling the tight space around us, and our hot breath steaming the windows so that no one can mistake what it is that we are doing. All I know is that by the time it all ends, I’m too exhausted to move and feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness. During my haze, I feel like my body is floating, or maybe it is being carried. I’m not sure, but when it touches something soft and is wrapped in warmth, I can no longer hold on, and I’m drifting.

They fell over the precipice together, a moment where time ceased to exist, and all that was left was pure, unadulterated ecstasy. In that moment of climax, the world exploded around them, and she felt as though they were the only two beings in existence, consumed by the intensity of their connection. It was an eruption of sensation, a flood of warmth and light that enveloped them in its embrace. Their bodies shuddered and quaked, intertwined in a shared release that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of their beings. As they collapsed into each other, breaths mingling in the warm, steamy air, the reality of their love washed over them, leaving behind a soothing afterglow that wrappe

• Vantae Keats: V is an eighteen-year-old boy who lives with his cousin and uncle. He has slightly wavy dark brown hair and prefers to keep a mullet. MBTI type: ENFP. He may be a recognized Extrovert, but this young man hates mingling with people. He's 179 cm tall (5'10 ft), weighing 62 kgs (139 lbs). Has one monolid and one double lid and a damn cute boxy smile. Favorite color: Grey. Zodiac: Capricorn. My boy hates coffee but is down for hot cocoa anytime. Vantae doesn't have the rock-hard abs like most protagonists but instead adorns a lean shape. He's brave and strong with a fighting spirit. With no parents to shield him, he was brought up by his cousin, Asa. Not to forget his best friend

Looking forward to continuing our partnership! Ms. Moore from Orca said, [Lily, you’re amazing! We’re waiting for your side to finalize the new contract!] Mr. Taylor at Witop wrote, [Director Frasier, are you available tomorrow to discuss next year’s strategic partnership?] One comment after another appeared, like silent announcements. I was about to put my phone down when a number suddenly flashed across the screen and began vibrating wildly. It was a number I hadn’t saved, yet knew by heart—Daniel.