Httyd Fanfiction Hiccup Stops Talking

This was meant to be a secret. I was dressed in a red mini-gown, the sexiest gown in my wardrobe. Tonight is gonna be hot! I was feeling the sensations already, I'd never had sex with my mate for the five years we've been together which was one reason tonight was gonna be special. Close to his house, I masked my scent. I didn't want him getting a clue of what's happening. The hormones in my body were going crazy and my wolf was so excited. I tiptoed to the backyard of his apartment which I knew for sure was always open, talking of the door. His bedroom was right here and I was gonna throw myself on him on the bed. I banged in. The unexpected happened. My jaw dropped at the sudden sight before me. Right in front of me, on the same bed I'd planned to have Leo make love with me, was him with another girl. Seeing me, they sprang up, staring at me like they saw a ghost. Out of anger, I walked out, planning to get revenge. I got drunk in a night club and ended up in a one-night stand to cool off my anger. Next morning, I went for my first class in college hoping to put the past behind me. Just when I thought I had, I found out that the hot stranger last night is my college professor and my foster brother. Boom! I'm pregnant for him…….

I was on the verge of unbuckling his belt when he pulled away so forcefully I stumbled forward, disoriented by the sudden loss of contact. My core throbbed, my nipples could cut diamonds, and my skin was so sensitive even the brush of air caused me to tremble. But when the fog of sensation dissipated, I realized Alex was glaring at me. “Fuck.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, his scowl fierce enough to make grown men quake. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “Alex—” “No. What the hell were you thinking?” he bit out. “Did you think we would fuck in the kitchen while your friends are in the other room?” Heat scorched my cheeks. “If this is about Josh—” “It’s not about Josh.” Alex pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled a slow, controlled breath. “Not entirely.” “Then what is it?” He wanted me. I knew he did; I felt it, and I’m not just talking about the massive bulge straining his pants. Yes, Josh would attempt to murder us both if he found out what happened, but he couldn’t stay mad at us forever. Besides, he didn’t return to D.C. until Christmas. We had time. “It’s me. And you. Together. It won’t work.” Alex’s glare intensified. “Whatever fantasies you have of us swirling in that pretty head of yours, kill them. That kiss was a one-time mistake. It’ll never happen again.”

‘’I’m talking to you weirdo’’ studently Rachels voice brought me out of my thoughts. When she realized that she had my attention she continued ‘’you are a servant and you better learn your place, soon enough Sebastian will find his mate and you will have no one to turn too’’. ‘’Maybe, we will see about that. But how does it feel to know that you aren’t Pablo’s mate?’’ as soon as I said that her eyes turned red and you could see how furious she was. She grabbed me by my neck in an instant and she was choking me. There wasn’t much that I could do. She had her wolf and I wasn’t. That’s how I know that she isn’t Pablo’s mate. They both have turned sixteen and got their wolves, if they were mates they would have known in an instant. I was choking and as hard as I could try to remove her hand from my neck It was useless, I kicked her many times but nothing. I hadn’t my wolf so I couldn’t mind link anyone. I was feeling helpless and completely in her mercy but I was trying as hard as I could not giving up. I was starting to lose my senses, that would be the death of me. But I won’t whine, that isn’t me anymore.

The night before my wedding, I was in a terrible car accident. I fell into a coma, and my body was broken and bruised. While I lay unconscious, my fiancé called off the engagement and married his childhood sweetheart instead. My mother went to demand justice on my behalf—but never made it back. She died in a sudden, brutal accident along the way. In that moment of chaos, it was my childhood friend who stepped in. He knelt on one knee outside the hospital with a wedding gift of a hundred thousand dollars and quietly handled my mother's funeral. I was wheeled into surgery. I lived, but was left with a permanent disability. And still, he promised to stay by my side, for life. I was deeply moved. We got married. But five years later, I overheard him talking to his secretary. "Mr. Davidson, you arranged for someone to hit your wife with a car, just so Lucy could marry the one she loved. Aren't you afraid she'll find out?" "For Lucy, there's nothing I wouldn't do. I've already given Ruby the rest of my life. Isn't that enough?" I covered my mouth, holding back a sob. Only then did I realize—the marriage I believed in had been a lie all along. So be it. I'll disappear and let him be with the woman he truly loves.

“It’s our anniversary today. I planned our day together,” I declare. “I have work to do,” “But I asked your PA to clear your schedule for the day,” “That’s the thing. You made plans behind my back without talking to me about it first, Ariel,” He then walks past me and walks out of the closet. “I thought I was doing something nice for you – for us at least. You have always worked so hard, so at least take this day off with me. We never got to celebrate our wedding anniversary,” I rebuke. He decides not to say anything. He opens his bag on the couch facing our bed and takes out a white A4 envelope, tossing it on the little table in the middle of our room. “Is it so hard for you to read the room all the time? How would you celebrate a wedding anniversary when there is no love between us? Are you not tired of all this pretence because I am!" He chastises. "That’s for you. Sign it so that we can get it over and done with,” With that said, he puts on his black sunglasses and walks out of the room. Only then do I breathe out the air I didn’t even know I was holding. I’m confused and, most of all, hurt. I didn’t see this coming. I drop my eyes on the envelope with bold printed letters of the name of the law firm our lawyer works at.

He hates her so much. He wants her to pay, but why kill her when he can play the long game? He is the predator, and she's the prey. Or, so he thought. * Damian meticulously leads a double life— an affluent billionaire on the outside and a well-aged lycan on the inside. He has been in concealment since the treacherous murder of his Luna years ago. Damian remains haunted by the depth of the betrayal. His pent-up rage is reignited when Ishtar comes along, an ordinary human who bears the face of the traitor who murdered his mate. A doppelganger of the lycan who orchestrated the ruin of his pack in the past. Not only is he surprised by Ishtar's audacity, but his inactive wolf rages for the first time in a long while, claiming she is the answer. The little human crashes down his high walls, torturing him with memories of the past. Just as he suspects, Ishtar is connected to his past and is the key to relieving him of the excruciating weight he bears. There's a tinge of passion beneath the hard-surfaced hate, and it intensifies the more he tries to quench the fire. # Ishtar has spent years of her life on the street, being a petty thief, since she left the orphanage at eighteen. Everything changes when she bumps into Damian and assaults him. She falls into his world without being aware of his end game and identity. She is the old soul's plaything and his last chance at redemption. Her assumptions about herself become a sham when she's open to the world of supernaturals. Humans are not built to last, but there's more to this one. What happens when Ishtar isn't the only doppelganger around? Who stops the past from burning into existence again?

Jessica Thornton is an orphan slave to the Graceland Pack. Confined to the barns to sleep with the animals, she loses all hope that someone will come and rescue her, but fate has a plan for her because the alpha's son, Cory identifies her as his mate. On the night of the Luna's Ball, Jessica sees Cory making love to another she-wolf. Feeling hurt and deceived, she runs back to the ball and gets drunk. In her intoxicated state, she admits to the entire pack that Cory is her mate and that she’s carrying his pup. Cory's frustration leads him to show his true colours and he rejects Jessica, who is later forcefully thrown out and exiled from the pack. Alone and weak, Jessica gives up on life, begging the Moon Goddess for a quick death. ******* Kanyon Coldblood is the king of all Lycan kings. Following the tragic death of his wife, he developed a stone-cold heart. He spends the next thirteen years hunting down everyone who was involved in her execution, only to find out the one who orchestrated everything is a Luna called Magda Graceland. Kanyon gathers his warriors and sets off towards the Graceland pack to declare war. Along the way he stops when he notices a foul odor resembling that of a decaying body. He goes to investigate and realizes that it's a young girl. Even with her foul stench, his beast finds it impossible to resist the enchanting fragrance that only they notice. Concerned for the girl's safety, he calls off his journey and escorts her back to his kingdom to help restore her health. Kanyon quickly falls for this beauty who turns out to be the niece of his late wife and the heir to the Blackwood throne.

My wife had risen through the ranks of the Confidential Bureau, becoming its youngest team leader—all thanks to the "voice" of the baby boy in her womb, who could somehow identify traitors from within. When the holidays came, I went to visit her. But the moment I arrived, I heard the voice of that unborn child in her belly. "Ah, it's Bad Daddy! He's the one who's been secretly selling off the core technology!" I froze, stunned. Before I could even speak, my wife raised her gun and fired. The bullet tore through my shoulder. "Who did you sell the technology to? Talk!" Through the searing pain, I struggled to explain. "I don't even know what technology you're talking about. How could I possibly—" Her expression turned glacial. Without a word, she lifted the gun again and pulled the trigger, blowing my head apart. "Mommy is amazing! Bad Daddy is finally gone. The stolen data is all hidden on that USB drive." Even as I died, I couldn't understand how I had become a traitor. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the visit. This time, I took the initiative. I pulled out the USB drive and handed it to my wife. "If this is the evidence you want," I said, "go ahead, shoot me."

I was out for a long time. My eyes could not adjust easily and I felt a lot of pain throughout my whole body. I didn't know what was happening but surely I was somewhere in the dark. "That's ok, now sleep. Tomorrow you will feel better," someone woman voice said. Then I heard another male voice saying, "what has gotten into you? Now we are in deep shit." I couldn't listen to the conversation any longer as I have lost conciousness again. I groaned in agony as I felt myself waking again. I opened my eyes slowly but I could only see blurred. I noticed I had better sense of smell and I could hear better too. What's going on?I could hear a conversation that was outside the room I was locked in. "Please, do not tell anyone. It must have been the haze. It felt stronger then usual this time and I couldn't hold myself any longer. He was way too hot and I felt an unusual feeling like I was out of control." That was definitely Mei, but whom was she talking to? Also, what the hell is she? I couldn't forget last night's images. Fangs, shadows, and, blue eyes glowing at me, no, but then the second time they looked Red. Yes. I remember that. I was not going crazy.

“Madeline, can we sit and talk in a civil manner?” He asked me in a distant tone. Those green eyes which used to harbour warmth for me, now seemed empty. I felt like I was talking to a complete stranger. “I have seen and heard enough, Logan. You asked me to keep our marriage a secret because you wanted us to focus on our studies and career. Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to wait for you in a hope that one day, my sacrifice will be rewarded and you’ll come back to me? And you paid me like this?” I accused him while tears flew uncontrollably from my eyes. “What nonsense! My husband would never marry someone like you.” Kate taunted me. “Madeline, we were never married officially. I had to agree to my grandfather’s last wish because I couldn’t refuse him. I always loved you as my best friend but there were never romantic feelings attached. I thought you were smart enough to understand when I broke all contacts with you. Kate is my wife. The sooner you accept, the lesser you’ll feel bad.” He said without any remorse. He crushed my heart under the brutal ridicule of his heartlessness.