Index Fanfic Novels & Stories

Fany I pulled Casandra back from the peek, leaving Joshua to watch over little Kim. "What is it?" she complained. "Can't you see, it's a lot of fun--" "I know, but--" Cassandra cut in. "This is so hot, Fan. Hotter than your love and Adrian." "Yeah but--" She cut me off. "So, the young man deliberately said to stay away, so that his brother who was also waiting for an answer, backed off. Now he has come here secretly, expressing love."

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She could no longer hold herself back as she walked up with a few people beside her and asked Fane, “Hey handsome, you’re Fane, right? Can I add you on WeChat?” Fane felt awkward as he replied, “Sorry, I’m not into these sorts of things!” “Oh please, you’re only with that wealthy lady for money, right? “Just tell me, how much does she give you per month? I’ll double it!” She then continued, “But I’m still a virgin and I’ve never given ‘that’ a thought… So, we’ll take it slow, alright?” Fane almost passed out from that remark. He, a proud guardian of Cathysia, an honorable Supreme Warrior, was actually being…

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

he murmured, arms folded behind his back as he stared out of his office window, “he told me he’s found a Luna.” His wife, Phoebe Kurobane, an Enigma with eyes the color of a frozen sea and long, dark-blue hair that fell over one shoulder, tilted her head with a slow smirk. Dante had inherited her face, those confident eyes and the arrogant grace in every gesture. “Darling,” Phoebe said, walking toward him with a knowing gleam, “you’ve always tried to mold that boy with fear, when we both know you love him more than life itself.”

I felt a sharp pain in my arm and watched as Lilianna dug into my forearm with her claws. “Ahhhh! Lilianna, stop!” I screamed in pain. There was a blur of black hair as Janea burst through the door and ripped Lilianna off me. “What’s going on? Is she an enemy?” Janea asked. “No time to explain, just get that watch from my dad!” I yelled while dodging a punch from Lilianna. Janea nodded, not wasting another second. Lilianna was back on me in an instant, slashing at me as I was pushed back. She was so fast all I could do was block and dodge, there was no opening to attack.

I would be introducing another book here to this book, just a few chapters, if you're interested, read the book up. It's called; Dangerous Affairs with my body guard, also a BL book. The last chapter of this book; I know what you taste like will be at the end of this book. So if you're not interested in the new book I'm introducing you can skip to the last chapter. Thank you so much!

Sharp eyes. A maid's uniform. Yet something about her immediately felt wrong. Like an actress playing a role she hadn't fully memorized. She curtsied gracefully. "Lady Seraphina Grey." Elian froze. The name triggered an old memory. A side character. Minor enough that most readers forgot about her. But Adrian remembered. Because the fandom had spent years creating theories about Seraphina Grey. And none of them had ever reached a conclusion. "I've been assigned to assist Your Highness during your confinement."

She left fast, the door clicking shut behind her. The room settled back into silence, which gave me peace. Chloe is a selfish and narcissistic woman that is why I choose her over my mate.

It’s funny how these girls seem to be so enarmored of me right now, when six months ago, they barely looked in my direction. “I’m so envious of your friend group,” she sighs. “But anyways, I’m glad I finally get to tell you that I’m a fan.” “Excuse me,” Jane gets in between us. She glowers at her hyper sister. “Willow isn’t here to listen to your nonsense.” “You’re just jealous that you’re not close friends with her,” my apparent fan mocks Jane with a cruel laugh. Then she offers me a wave. “Bye Willow. Nice talking to you.”