Gate Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

The route shuddered as if that distinction itself burned. The route creature dragged itself forward another inch, all stolen mouths trembling with effort. “First crossing joins scent to memory,” it whispered. “Second crossing joins memory to future. Third crossing makes the pair a road.” Its grey eyes fixed on us with wet, fascinated hunger. “The old line failed because it could never force both hearts to open at once. But you…” It shivered. “You keep reaching for each other voluntarily.” “That is the least seductive sales pitch I have ever heard,” I said.

It was a tough decision, but be was confident it would pay off. ***** Gayle slipped past the hallway of Caleb's mansion. There were a few guards on ground, but considering most of them had gone off to join the battle with Alejandro, and there was barely anyone in her way, as she headed toward Caleb’s chamber. The familiarity of his scent hit her, but she noticed it had been tainted with another she found unfamiliar.

I could hear Greyson screaming as I started to see black dots around me. I gasped for breath as I was let go, I fell to the wooden floor with a thud and winced as a familiar sharp pain shot through my neck. Another dart. The last thing I saw before darkness took me once again, was a pair of heels walking away and a face I never wanted to see again... Kirk. Authors note: Hi there :) For those of you who have forgotten, Kirk is the rogue wolf. Also was contemplating doing the next chapter from Grayson's perspective... Let me know your thoughts on that and if I should. Otherwise, I will just stick to doing it from Lailas POV, especially since I know I left this on another cliffhanger.. Sorry! :

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And it all had to do with one word: DESTINY. Oh no. Oh great God no. Garrix quickly pieced it together. Zayne and Scarlett had crossed paths. And without even knowing it, they've known eachother's pheromones. And if they don't reconnect soon, they'd rather break every bone in their body before die trying. It was by nature for two beings to be bound by destiny to become... ...to become... ...to...become-- "Principal Garrix?" Kairos pulled his sleeve like a child. The said man blinked finally once out of his thoughts. He recomposed himself, letting out a short dry cough. "Yes, Ms. Finnegan?"

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ALPHA'S CRAZY LUNA (HIS QUEST) MERCYS WRITE 🦋🦋 CHAPTER 5 # RECAP# *GAEL POV* "Let's get married"I said and she began to cough out. "I'll get you water "I said and went in. Upon coming out with the water on my hands.the empty room welcomed me,I stared at the bed she sat on and right there I needed no one to tell me She had run away,she left.

“Soon we will marry, and I will make you my Luna officially.” My heart skipped a beat; I never imagined myself as a Luna, even when I was with Ethan. I knew his long-term goals had always been to be an Alpha, but I always imagined myself to be just a gamma warrior. A car pulled up beside us, and I immediately recognized it to be Taylor’s car. Gavin must have mindlinked him to pick us up. Gavin didn’t wait for Taylor to get out of the car; he immediately opened the backseat door and helped me in. He closed the door and ran around the other side, nodding at Taylor in greeting before sliding into the car beside me. His arms immiedalty wrapped around me again, as if he were afraid I’d fall out o

Derek stared at the doors of the city hall and remained silent for a long time before he finally rasped, "She's never coming." That night, he got himself blindingly drunk and called me dozens of times. But I had blocked his number ages ago. Left with no choice, he resorted to sending countless emails to my old, abandoned inbox. I didn't even bother reading them and simply instructed my assistant to delete the account. … Six months later, Reuben and I traveled abroad to a breathtaking coastal town for our honeymoon. Opening the window in the morning offered a sprawling view of the vast blue ocean. Reuben would match his pace with mine as we wandered down the old cobblestone paths. He would wa