Guilty Gear Fanfiction Novels & Stories

That earned her a smack on her juggling cheeks and a faster and deeper pounding of her ass. "I knew it. You're going to keep stealing aren't you?" Fenny grinned, sticking her tongue out. "I'll keep stealing so you can fuck my ass good!" "Damn you," The guard snarled, beating at Fenny's ass until she couldn't take anymore and had to cum for the third time that afternoon. His fingers got shot out of her quivering snatch, all wet and dripping with her juices. The guard pumped his cock in her ass a few more times, licking up her juices on his fingers while breathing heavily, and grunting as his orgasm drew near.

I quickly turned around to walk to Zayn when the other guy shot me on the leg. Blood, blood, blood and pain. That's all I remember before everything went black. The only thing that filled the darkness in the room were some screams and gunshots. And then Black.... Like! Sorry for not uploading frequently but school is really pressuring me... I will try to upload more... Love you all and thank you for reading my story❤️ Love, Lexi

I told her straight-up how her body was betraying her. “You, Kian. You’re in charge,” she breathed out, all needy and grinding herself on my lap. “What happens to bad girls?” I reminded her. Gia whimpered. “Uh, they get fucked in the ass.” “That’s gonna hurt, babe. You’re gonna need me to prep you before I push into your back hole,” I warned. I landed a few more sharp blasts on her ass, making her buck like crazy. “Sorry, sorry,” she chanted, sounding far from fucking sorry.

Guard 2 "Look, man, you should go to the doctor to see if you are alright" Guard 1 "Did you just say that I am mentally ill, you are mentally ill you fucker" Guard 2 "What did you just call me? It's your father who is mentally ill for giving birth to you" Guard 1 "YOOUUU...YOUR MOM GAY" Guard 2 "DONT TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER, YOU NO WHAT YOUR MOM GAY" Like this they started to argue and insult each other but little did they know Gengar had one more surprise waiting for them when they were arguing they heard a small girl say something to her mother

Harper looks at me a little confused before saying, “What’s wrong? I thought that would make you feel better?” “Yes, it did, but now Alice feels the guilt of what she did… The realisation and guilt that she just cheated on her true mate with a phantom mate bond to another male and a vampire at that.” “I’m sure they will understand…”

"Beg properly. Say, 'Please, Taehyung, finger me harder—make me come as penance for Lisa.' Admit it, you filthy murderer; your body's begging even if your mouth lies." Guilt surged like bile in my throat, Lisa's memory a ghost in the misty air—her laughter echoing from happier times, before jealousy and fate had twisted everything. I hadn't meant for her to fall, but the pack's accusations, Taehyung's belief, had sealed my fate as the villain. Tears mingled with the water on my cheeks, but lust coiled tighter, my walls fluttering around his thrusts. "I... I can't... it's too much," I sobbed, my hands gripping the tub's edges, knuckles white. Yet, my legs parted wider under the water, invitin

There was a part of me that felt guilty for leaving her alone, but I had other things to do, like find Gisselle. Convincing Gisselle that she was my fated mate was the easiest. She was so stupid and eager to spread her legs for me that she believed it without hesitation. Hell, Gisselle didn't even bother to look for her best friend. That's how I knew she was right to be Luna. I could continue my usual ways as I always did, and she would take it. After I told Gisselle that we were mates, I escorted that bitch out to the side of the building. I had her round ass bent over as she held on to the rail, moaning loudly, one hand gripping her neck and the other playing with her clit as I thrust hard

The veins on my muscles slowly popped into view as I held on the chair tightly for support. It was from an unknown number, but I knew damn well who the message was from. Unknown: My wedding gift to you, Kian DaSilver. Photo Attached. With trembling fingers, I clicked on the photo, instantly regretting it when a familiar pair of tearful brown eyes stared back at me with bloody bandages wrapped around her as the asshole held a syringe to her face with a sadistic smile. Fuck, fuck, fuck… Why do I feel so guilty? So angry. Fuck, I underestimated this bastard, again.

With a deep breath, I forced a smile, “Guilty Passion.” “What?” “You wouldn’t understand.” I mumbled, lowering my head. “Exactly. When you can’t then how can I? Let me ask you: Do you love my Brother or not?” With a gulp and lowered gaze, I replied, “No. It’s not love.” I looked up at her with a feeble smile, “It’s a guilty passion. Something we don’t want but couldn’t resist.” “Stop talking shit.” She scoffed and stood up. “You didn’t listen to me. Consummate your bond. Freaking Pregnant, want to keep the child. Changing Brother and inviting a calamity. Welldone, Avery! Well done!”

Precum leaked over my knuckles, slicking the strokes. But the fantasy twisted, the way it always did lately. Jane’s face blurred, replaced by high cheekbones and wicked green eyes. Genevieve’s sharp grin. Vivian’s softer, almost vulnerable expression as she watched me from the shadows of my mind. I stroked harder, hating myself for it. They were off-limits. Forbidden. The guilt only made my cock throb more painfully. Just this once, I told myself. Get it out of your system in your head. Never in reality.