Gambit Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I hurried over, but when I looked up, I saw something indescribable hidden in Gabert’s dark eyes. “You like him that much? He tells you to go to him, and you go?” There was danger in his tone. “It’s not—” I wanted to explain, but the words would not come out. Gabert waved his hand, and several bodyguards suddenly appeared, restraining Jenson. The next second, Gabert threw me over his shoulder. It hurt. His shoulder was so hard. [Gabert is a complete lunatic. The plot where he imprisons you has happened early. Heroine, good luck surviving!]

But if we wanted to keep everyone that mattered safe and keep the innocents out of the middle of it, we’d have to be willing to strike hard. “I need about two days,” Gambit said, rubbing her temples. “If I push just right, and those channels hold, then I can get shit lined up. Dirt packaged. Leaks timed and forced out.” I believed her. Gambit was the one who made the impossible seem possible. It was incredible everything that she’d be able to do already. I hadn’t known her for too long, but she’d sincerely impressed me time and again. She’d never once handed us anything half-finished. We were lucky fucks to have her as Beta female and as our tech and intelligence backbone.

I needed to wear him down so I started to push for him to dance and get him tired, my favorite thing. He had landed some good throws and I was feeling it. His bitch started flashing her tits trying to distract me, but I wasn't interested. I did everything possible to try and slow him down but the fucker just kept coming at me. I decided I'd had enough of his shit and went in for my fake left/heavy right combo. Unfortunately Garrett came at me with the same combo from the opposite hands at the exact same time. In slow motion I saw my right fist connect with his head, but his left was connecting with mine. And, then POW … darkness.

“Why don’t you become a loveguru? I see you have the potential to make a fool of people. Now, go away. Bye. Just keep her safe.” “Ok boss.” After two hours, they were seated in Jodi’s play room. Aslan had lost $40000 dollars until now. His mind was somewhere else. But this time, he knew he will win. Jodi, Gordon, and James were also looking down at their cards and Aslan was positive he will win. “Hey Gordon, how is wife?” Jodi was dying for some fun. Gordon smirked. “Don’t ask me that. Let me give you an advice. Never, ever knock up a woman. A pregnant woman is a dangerous thing.”

This ritual was most effective because they could listen in on the rogues conversation and hear whatever they were saying. Damien turned his eyes and saw Ariel standing at the corner, their eyes clashed and he immediately looked away, to avoid ruining the ritual. Everything needed to be perfect, he needed everything to be perfect. "Tobias, I hereby bestow upon you Gamma of this pack," he said, as he slit his blood and dropped it on Tobias's forehead. Everyone gasped immediately because that was an unusual event. There hadn't been a gamma for a very long time, they were all surprised.

she blurts. Ruby’s fingers tighten around mine, reminding me she still resents them for how their friendship fell apart. “See you later, babe.” Ginger kisses Caspian’s face, then turns away. The moment she’s gone, my mind spins on the expression she had earlier. What did it mean to her? Tryouts.

She sighed and moved into the room properly to start dressing up. --- Alex walked around the table, checking out the food spread across it. All the workers were watching him in silence. No one dared speak, and from the lavish scent, Alex knew the meals were excellent. Soon, Thyme entered the hall with another girl named Jean. Jean was Thyme's girlfriend, but she was slowly developing feelings for Alex too. "The private jet is ready," Thyme said. "I know. She has to eat first to regain some strength," Alex replied. Jean skeptically moved closer to him.

"Glara Latushia Saphire, look at the man you chose; he's so weak and foolish. He dares not to fight me. He's just a loser, unlike me, who can make you surrender in all conditions, right?" Glara shook her head, nearly avoiding the tip of the knife still attached to her cheek. "Glara... Glara. Come back to me, and we will live together forever. Drop your charges, and I will be the husband you dream of. Ah, how about Gama's condition? Has his heart been operated on? Of course, it has, you're the richest person's child in this country; surely it's not difficult to get a heart donor?" Bhuvi nodded as he saw Gama becoming more frightened with Damian, who was now only a few meters away from him. A

Ghost interrupted, his tone sharp as a blade. I watched the exchange carefully, pressing my lips into a thin line. I recognized that tone, that posture. Gutemberg had switched into arrogant heir mode—the son of a powerful family—far from just “Fantasma,” the boy who ran schemes in the neighborhood. I’d known who he was from the first time I saw him. I’d seen him at high-end parties with his parents, mingling with businessmen and politicians. What I never understood was how Gutemberg Ramsey ended up in a gang. Not that I cared about his double life, as long as he got Davina out of here.

But I already understood—what happened that day had made everything painfully clear. Aaron and I were over. That falling shelf hadn't just cracked my skull. It had jolted me awake. I'd bled for a love that had long slipped away. Left in ruins, a mess of blood and dust. Later that afternoon, I leaned quietly against the pillows, eyes closed, pretending to rest. Two young assistants were whispering just outside. "I'm so jealous of Ms. Whitman," one of them said. "Mr. Tanner is so handsome and so in love with her.