Gen V Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

Genina was talking about how she was so irritated and annoyed when Julian came inside the room and winked at her. She is literally killing him with her glares but he just wouldn’t budge. He even wanted to grab lunch with Genina which made her even angrier. “Damn him! Damn him! Really!” She cursed as she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. She really looked annoyed about Julian and I don’t get it. I think they look good together and I am starting a new ship. GeniLian ship. Mehe. Nice ship name, though.

SMOOCH! “Ngh... gah no!!!” Feral yelped into Genad’s mouth as his entire body twitched and with his hips buckling upwards his undergarment were stained with white fluid. His eyes flashed a radiant purple once more as his pupils dilated and just like that—he was out. Genad slipped out his tongue as he stared at the passed-out Feral and couldn’t help but chuckle. “What a frail child.” ++++ Black Tulips- A Crazy and Passionate/Obsessive Love or Romance.

Bear's POV: Another year of schooling, another year of slutty girls trying to get on my dick and another year of annoying professors. This has become very mundane for me. I'm not regretting taking a vow of celibance with my brothers cause I want my one and only to be the last girl I bury myself in until I die. So imagine my luck today when I go to the cafeteria with the guys only to witness they badass girls beating up the campus sluts. One girl in particular stood out to me. She was tall for a girl, like 5'10" covered in tattoos wearing black skinny jeans, and a white tee with the middle finger on it. She had only a small amount of makeup which is sexy as fuck. Topping it off she was wearin

"I felt the salt on that beach. I felt Silas’s heart stop. That wasn't 'Engine'. That was life." "It was a very high-quality rendering," the Writer admitted, reaching for a mug of cold coffee. "But let’s be honest. You were a prompt. 'A girl born in a vat who discovers she's the key to a dying world.' I typed those words into the Void, and the 'Gaea-Engine' did the rest. Aris, Vivian, the Shroud—they were just sub-routines generated to test your 'Emotional Voltage'." I looked at the typewriter. It was an old-fashioned thing, but the keys weren't marked with letters. They were marked with symbols I recognized from the Admin-Key

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.”

Alice said. "And I don't have a perfect family. Hell, my parents are always comparing me to my older brother, and they're not always at home. So I practically raised myself. And trust me, you don't want to be nicknamed "red" everywhere you go just because you have ginger hair," Nora said, making Alice chuckle. "And I am even jealous of you. You're like this calm, sweet girl everyone loves, and I am the trouble maker, and acing all my exams is just another distraction from the shit I call my life," Nora added.

"I think I'm going to tell your nurse to stop giving you romance novels. And besides, Marcus isn't mean." "He kissed you and then didn't want to talk about it, and so far he doesn't talk about anything to you either. Not to mention the extra mean assistant he keeps around and lets you leave for. I am team Gavin." "Team Gavin?" Elena asked amusement on her face. "You know how when a TV show has a love triangle people usually pick their teams. I'm team Gavin, Hashtag 'Gelena'" Emily said giggling.

he growled. He didn't look at the gas outside. His dark eyes were locked onto mine, completely unhinged, burning with a dangerous, feral intensity that made my breath hitch. The revelation of our origin—the reality that Vance had engineered us from the same genetic fabric, that the little girl from his suppressed nightmares was the woman currently pressed against his chest—hadn't broken his conditioning. It had shattered his sanity.

she said. The stairwell door clicked, sighed, opened. The generator cavern is a heart. You feel it before you see it—heat and thrum, the heavy animal sound of power moving through veins too big to imagine. The fog reached for it and recoiled; whatever else vanilla likes, it doesn’t love heat. We crossed the catwalk over the humming dark—me, Velia at my flank, Ghost ahead and Snake behind, Blade’s men fanning to cover. Below us, turbines turned like gods with nowhere to be.