Inside Out Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

NICO POV I shut her door and stood there in the dark hallway like a damn fool, my hand still on the knob. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Every part of me wanted to turn back around, walk in there, and finish what we started. Her naked body was burned into my brain — those full tits, the curve of her waist, that sweet spot between her thighs that was probably still wet for me. Fuck. I forced my feet to move away from her door before I did something I couldn’t take back.

"You sleep on your left side, tucking your knees up like you’re trying to make yourself small enough to disappear. You bite the inside of your cheek until it bleeds when you’re trying to remember something you’ve locked away. You keep your nails short because you used to tear at them when you were stuck on a scene—gave that habit to my mother so you wouldn’t have to admit it was yours." Isadora pulls her hands into her lap, curling her fingers into fists until the bones stand white beneath her skin. He notices everything—she had written him that way, observant as a predator tracking its prey, meant to make him dangerous. But this is different: it feels like he’s peeling back layers of her sh

I don't deserve it. Chuck didn't come crawling when he hit rock bottom. And now that he was on the mend, he wasn't gonna start. Someone called from outside. "Chuck, come fix this one. We've got an order!" The big-shot CEO was now a grease-stained mechanic. That's life. And Poppy? Ella's loudest cheerleader—the one who tried to guilt me into forgiving—her own family got wrecked by Ella. Just days ago, the two of them were brawling in a mall.

Winter's pov The feel of him, the heat, the low grunts brushing against my ear as he moved in and out of me was intoxicating. I cling to Ashton, my nails biting into his shoulder as he thrusts into me deeper. My back arches, my breasts pressing to his bare chest as I flutter out a moan. "Oh A- "Winter," Axel moans in my ear, his lips brushing against the shell just as I freeze when I realize that who was inside me wasn't my best friend Ashton but his twin brother, Axel.

That cemented something deep inside me. I look down at my cock, snuggled deep inside my girl's pussy and smirk. A shiver of desire works its way up through my spine and my shaft is aching again. I know I should probably get up and make breakfast for my girl, but I can't get my ass to move away from her. I'm still inside her, and from her grip on me, she seems to like me inside her too. Well... since I'm already inside it won't hurt anything if I...

The sort of thing a person could sustain over a lifetime—that inspires a kingdom to follow them to the ends of the earth. “What are you staring at?” Her eyes clear, and she smirks. “The reason I just kicked Ingrid out of our room.” I smirk back at her. Her eyes darken with want, and that’s all the invitation I need. Let the whole town know I’m fucking my mate—if Denidor thinks we’re celebrating, maybe he’ll finally be as scared as he should’ve been when he first took aim at her. I wind an arm around her shoulders, slip the other under her legs, and pick her up.

“You haven’t put it inside me yet. Doesn’t matter.” At that, I slid to the hilt in one smooth thrust. Niamh’s eyes rolled back inside her head. As for me, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep Niamh’s prediction from coming true. My fingers were digging into the globes of her ass as I forced her to hold still. “You know what I think?” I slowly pulled out, waited a beat, and then slowly pushed back inside. “I think you’re the one who’s going to detonate any second.”

Matilda was hunched over her desk, two monitors open, one AirPod in, and a giant cup of cold brew sweating beside her keyboard. Her long braids were looped into a messy bun on top of her head, and she was muttering at an email when Olivia walked in. “You’re lucky I like you,” Olivia said dryly, “because I just betrayed every fiber of my feminist code to get what we need.” Matilda didn’t even look up. “That better mean Lucas signed.”

That’s how I realized how close betrayal could be. Below, I could imagine them. Shifty looks and hushed tones. Fear and curiosity. A child born of scandal. An omega who’d been cast off and rejected. Another mark against us. I turned from the moon’s glow and stepped back inside. The door clicked shut behind me. Inside, the room was silent, faint candlelight hot and close. I paced back and forth, as though by walking I could tread out the knot in my gut. Aziel’s growl was louder now, ‘Mate. Take her!’

“Inside. Now.” She clutched the journal to her chest as if it could anchor her. But her mind was still outside, chasing the image of that man in the dawn light—tall, deliberate, eyes like a shadow she’d carried for years. If her father was alive… she had just looked him in the eyes.