Gambit Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She had heard that Gambetti had once been a killer from a mysterious organization, and had lived the first half of his life with fear and trepidation, walking on thin ice. That was why he created a priggish, hard-to-get-into character. But then he was said to have suffered a betrayal and escaped from the organization. Then it was as if he had been hit with a rendezvous, his temperament changed drastically, and he became playful and especially fond of mischief. Always wanted to trick people off their money. It occurred to Aurora that it started in the middle school years. She was basically cheated out of all her pocket money by her master. For a while, he secretly stayed at the Diaz family's

Water from the fire hoses hit the red-hot steel with a sharp, piercing hiss. Dante's car arrived at almost the same time. He lunged forward and grabbed Luca just as he was about to rush into the flames. "Calm down!" Dante clamped down on Luca's shoulders and shoved him hard against the hood of the car. "This is how she works. Isabella cooked up this whole mess just to sabotage your wedding with Sofia." Luca struggled to break free, but Dante held him fast. "There's no way she died here." Two firefighters emerged from the rubble carrying a stretcher. A small, thin figure lay beneath a white sheet.

The man burst into tears unable to speak. "Please" was all the captive could mutter. "Let this serve as a lesson to all hackers who would want to trespass into forbidden territories. Say your final prayers, mi amigo" Screams and cries was the last thing that could be heard from the building. After that was a deafening silence. ~~~~ The beautiful morning light streamed in from the curtain blinds, James walked over to the window and opened the blinds, making more of the light fill the room. The light shone on Kiera's face that was still sleeping. She stirred slowly, using her palm to block some of the light; James strode to the bed with a smile on his face.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

The wall holds. Rubi offered a final, silent salute to the sleeping Minister Lloyd—the defeated King in his private fortress. Rachna’s weapon was fully loaded, and the architect of desire was returning home with the final blueprint of the enemy’s demise. The Brazilian Gambit was complete, secured by a seductive performance in a polka dot bikini, and the dynasty’s global power was now unshakeable.

The moment those words left my mouth, everyone's expressions completely changed. "Bullshit!" Craig immediately retorted, backing off. He was visibly sweating, but he forced himself to appear calm and composed. "Don't listen to her ravings! She just gave birth. She's not in her right mind. How could I possibly do something like that? Thea's my wife!" "I'm not in my right mind?" A derisive smile tugged at the corner of my lips, my heart an abyss of desolation and burning hatred. In my previous life, it was my blind trust in him that cost me my family and my life. This time around, I would never let him manipulate me again.

And that man was no ordinary man. “Guess who this miserable bastard is,” Gabrielle snapped. “He tried to sneak into the shelter with the population, but I spotted him in time and discovered he was carrying bombs. Not only that, he had a power diamond and was foolishly trying to channel magic, as if he had that ability.” Gabrielle threw him to the floor, and I realized she had bitten the man's legs severely. I frowned when I saw the way he looked at my Beta with disgust. She didn't hesitate to kick him in the face and break his nose.

He was given strict instructions. One impact. Nothing more. It's then that I notice it. She flinches—barely. A controlled fracture, sealed instantly. Her mouth is sharper than her body. No apology. No retreat. But I saw it. Vedo tutto. -I See All- She doesn't bleed. She cuts. Later, Luca confirms what I already know. She doesn't scare easily. That's why the gifts matter. The rose is a misdirection. The bracelet is a scare tactic. It about to be her downfall.

ABIGAIL’s POV Guilt gnawed at me, its sharp claws tearing at my conscience. The memory of Damian’s pleading eyes haunted me, but every time I tried to focus on him, my thoughts drifted back to Bastian. The way he made me feel, the fire he ignited within me, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I wandered aimlessly through the halls, lost in a fog of confusion and regret. But as the night wore on, guilt began to mingle with another, more primal feeling—a longing I couldn’t suppress. Bastian’s words echoed in my mind, challenging me, stirring something deep inside.

Gabi arched her back, envisioning his warm mouth suckling the hard tip through the fabric, his teeth lightly grazing her sensitive skin. "You get so wet for me, cousin..." Ravi's imagined voice echoed in her ears as two fingers plunged into her without warning. Gabi stifled a moan, her head hitting the wall as she felt her own wetness trickling down her thighs. Her fingers moved in a filthy rhythm, mimicking the thrusting motion she imagined her cousin would make - fast and unforgiving, as if he was punishing her for desiring something so forbidden.