Gears Of War Crossover Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jax pulled her close, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that spoke of relief and raw need after the battle they had survived. Their intimacy unfolded with urgent passion, Jax’s hands exploring her body with reverent care as they sought comfort in each other’s embrace. The warehouse war had left them raw, turning their relief into something fierce and necessary. Elara responded with matching hunger, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as they lost themselves in the moment. The encounter was both tender and fierce, their connection a defiant stand against the violence they had just survived.

I’ve really fucked up this time, I just hope that I get the chance to make it right again when we return with Zelena. Tri-Moon began to say their goodbyes and the rest of the warriors started to pile into the buses. A tight fit was an understatement. Every space on the busses was filled, some sitting, some standing, some sitting on top of others. It’s going to be an uncomfortable drive. I was standing by one of the Humvee’s watching Gunner say goodbye to his mother. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers while she cupped his cheeks. Her thumb rubbed affectionately over his cheek, as a tear rolled down hers. Their bond is beautiful, and if I'm being honest, I'm envious. The moment th

It’s now been updated to include the murders of Jack and Ava Cross and the kidnapping of their daughters. “…Take me in the moonlight, at our favorite spot near the cedar tree, I’m already wet and waiting for you, my Alpha. I cum just thinking about you inside me. I’m touching myself right now.” “Let me see! Did Beryl send a pussy pic?” demands Wolfe.

I hate that he doesn’t deserve that resemblance and yet wears it anyway, like a stolen crown. “Well done,” Cross says, wiping at his eyes as though genuinely amused. “I suppose even you manage to surprise me now and then.” I say nothing, jaw clenched, focusing on keeping my seat as the adrenaline ebbs and the pain rushes back in full force. We trot the horses back toward the stables at an easy pace, the tension shifting into something cool but no less dangerous. Cross glances at his watch, his face smoothing into something pleased. Then I hear the sound of a car engine approaching from beyond the walls.

I moved to his left, dropping to one knee and tracking the second pair of Reapers. ​I didn't think about the humanity of the men in the black gear. I thought about the ledger. I thought about the cage. I thought about Julian Vane’s smug, entitled face. I squeezed the trigger, the recoil vibrating through my shoulder as the first Reaper went down, his rifle clattering against the marble floor. ​"Move! To the Enlightenment Gallery!" Malakai shouted, grabbing my hand as we sprinted through the crossfire.

Gunner is unlike anyone else I have come across, I'd be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued by him. Unknowingly, the calming and steady breaths of Gunner slowly lulled me into a peaceful sleep. The same old dream floated through my unconsciousness. The other me was there, her mouth moving with no sound coming out. She wasn’t pregnant this time, but she was holding two little babies. She stepped toward me, and I stepped toward her. We did this until we were only inches apart. I looked down at the small little bundles in her arms, two fat little babies smiled back at me. The blue of their eyes was startling. I took some steps back and looked at the other me. Her mouth was still moving as she sp

But deep down, I suspected more than that — something older than Bastion Arwen, something tied to the Red Moon Guard and the path they once walked. “We go inside,” I said. Warren lifted his weapon. Mara steadied Dren. Kael stepped beside me, ready. And with a slow, steady breath, I crossed the threshold first.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

The lowered gondola’s threshold flared with ghost‑light, stretching out across the boardwalk like invisible feelers. A HUD‑style overlay blinked into my vision for a split second: \[PAIRING: INITIATED.\] Small motes of light zipped from the wheel’s hub, streaking toward us. One struck Corvin in the chest, then veered to hit me square between the eyes. Text flashed for me alone: \[LINK: CORVIN THORNE + WILLA ROANE.\] \[COMPATIBILITY: HIGH.\] Heat pricked the back of my neck. Before I could process that, two more motes split off—one pinging against Jax’s sternum, the other tagging the older woman, Tamsin.

They were woken up from their daydream with a snap of Erik's fingers, which resulted in the layered representation spell crumbling and deactivating. "Let's go back, shall we? I think we can get back in time to eat some dessert." Erik said, rubbing one hand on the other, like he was a greed merchant. He then started walking to the room exit, guiding the group out. The hearthstone room door closed shut after then, and with a series of 'clicks', 'clacks' and 'slide' sounds, it got sealed again. I know you are enjoying the novel. thank you for your support and do well to support the story if you haven't supported my story