Gen V Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Gen, look who’s here.” The woman called Gen looked at me and raised a brow too. “I see an idiot who likes to run after Levi.” My lips twitched. I was right to assume I’m the one they’re talking about. Snorting, I grinned. “Talking about good girls,” I smirked at them. “At least I enjoyed reading books you want but can’t have. Right?” I smiled widely at them. I once heard them talking about erotica that they wanted to read but couldn’t because they’re too shy to let everyone know they like to read that kind of book too. A pity for them.

seeing that I'm the only son he has. Mom didn't care about what I do as long as I'm happy, alive and quit smoking. Iiving with dad isn't the best. I've always hated it. He took me away from Mom and I'll never forgive him for that. Mom lost custody to him after their divorce. He has money, more money than mom and somewhere justice favours the rich. I gave Mom reasons I couldn't. They're lame but it's better than coming clean about falling in love with my step sister. So here I am, tossing on my bed, ignoring my best friend, my mom and faking being angry at the only person who makes me happy. Jesus, Genie is really a stubborn chick. Hanging around like that with Finn. I hate it. I can't stand

I whisper in a breathy voice that surprises me. Apparently, it surprises Dan, too, or maybe my words do, because he goes so tight, I think he’s going to auto-combust or something. Even his voice is as stiff as the rest of him. “Sexual urges like what?” “You know.” “I do not know. Tell me, Genevieve, what are the sexual urges you need the not-some-normal bike kid for?” “K-kissing, for starters.” “Kissing.” “Yeah, with tongue and groping.”

I grabbed the edge of the vanity. “I’m a werewolf.” The words tumbled out of my mouth like they had been waiting for release. And then came the voice. It was soft, warm and feminine. “I’m here, love. Finally. I’m your wolf.” My breath caught. I froze. “Wh—what?” “Sorry it took a while. That memory lock was a bitch to claw through. My name’s Genoa. You can call me Gen!” I blinked hard. “I have a talking wolf in my head. I’m officially cracked.”

Gena looks at me and I can see the wheels turning in her head. I’m wearing my kutte so she knows I’m a Renegade. Does she have a problem with it? Or is she trying to figure out who I am to Silvy and the baby. “ Gena, this is Goof.” Silvy said. I move the hand that was holding Silvy and hold it out to Gena. “ Nice to meet you.” I said. Gena looks at me then Silvy. More like at Silvy’s belly. “ I’ll explain later.” Silvy said. Gena nods then takes my hand. “ Nice to meet you Goof.” she said. She looks at my kutte again. “ Renegades. You know Sabine and Viper?” she asked.

Somehow, she searched inside her brain a haughty yet at the same time pitying look, accompanied by a mocking laugh of her own. “What a pathetic, lying bitch you are, Whitney! Truly, you must think I don't know everything about you, you pretentious whore! My Nix would never make love to you. He despises you with all his might. And you're quite wrong about my only wanting to be Mrs. Phoenix Beaumont. That's not it at all. I just want to be with him, to be his woman and the mother of his children. If you must know,” Genie added, out of some kind of desperate defiance, “I'm already having his baby. Yes… that's right. I'm expecting the baby of the man that loves me madly. Because Nix truly loves

Gen chuckled, "I just have high school friends here, although I have lost contact with most of them during these last years but I have a close friend back in London, her name is Chloe and we are also roommates, apart from her, I don't have any close friends" "Oh,I see," Felix paused, "What about a boyfriend?" He implored. Surprised at his question, Gen smiled, "I am single" she replied to Felix surprise. "Are you serious?" He raised an eyebrow, "Remember, I am your brother so you can be open to me". Gen laughed, "I am serious, I am single. It's hard to get a guy who loves you for who you are. Not just a bad boy who just wants to get laid with you and nothing else".

"The third generation developed emotional dependency." "The fourth became violent." "The fifth became uncontrollable." Marco looked horrified. "And Aruna?" Silence. Then Lucien answered. "Generation Six." The tunnel seemed to grow colder. Aruna suddenly understood why Evelyn looked so afraid. Because if Genesis truly existed— Then there were others. "How many survived?" The question left her lips before she could stop it. Evelyn looked away. Lucien answered immediately. "Three." Silence. Aruna's pulse stopped. Three.

Smart choice. Genesis was the Vice President, and my best friend. We met when we were kids. Our parents once tried to arrange a marriage between us, but I was never interested. Honestly, she scared me back then. And, well, Genesis was gay. She’s loved women for as long as I can remember.

Evelyn scoffed. “Are you talking about that marriage when you bought me from my parents for fifty billion dollars? Are you talking about that title where I never got the respect I deserved? That marriage in which I was held captive, beaten and molested, threatened and humiliated every single day. Where you reduced me into a puppet or wait, what you used to call me Genie, right?” Dylan clenched his jaw as shame washed over him. Evelyn opened the chapters of the past, of his cruel torture which he did on an innocent girl just because he wanted her brain.