Inside Out Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Amanda climbed out, she had left Levi inside now and I suddenly hated myself for allowing her bring him here. "We stay together." She said, shutting the door behind her. "No." I said firmly "You stay behind me, both of you." She didn’t argue, but her eyes said everything, fear and something else, something that felt dangerously close to heartbreak. I kicked the rusted door open. It made a deafening sound echoing through the huge factory. The air inside was thick with dust and metal, and every step we took sounded like we were stepping on broken glass. Then came the sound, soft but clear, it was like someone was struggling with something.

None of that light reached the cold inside me. Dad stopped the car and held my hand. "If you want to cry, just cry." I shook my head. My tears had dried up long ago. "I just think it's absurd. We've been together for more than 10 years, yet that bond couldn't compare with a few months with an outsider. It couldn't even withstand a few words of instigation." Dad patted my shoulder. "That's not your fault. They're the sick ones for being blinded by someone with ulterior motives. You still have me, Preston. You still have our home."

Aeden was in love with Dean. As Aeden was looking in the telescope Dean was trying to keep focused on explaining what she was looking at. It wasn’t easy for him. He had been trying to get her attention all semester but she never seemed interested beyond the class work. But tonight, when he looked up to see how full the parking lot was and saw Aeden looking up at the stars he lost all focus. She was perfect, the light colors she was wearing made her skin look milky white and her blue earrings next to her red hair made her eyes look like deep chocolate brown pools. Dean decided right then that he was going to ask Aeden out before the night was over.

Dom, what are you planning? I take a deep breath and push the doors open, entering at once. The room is half-lit. The windows, usually open, are closed by heavy curtains. I close the door behind me, the sound echoing in the silence. I walk in a straight line, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness. The tables nearby are just visible, decorated with elegant chandeliers. Suddenly, the sound of the door opening behind me makes my heart race. I turn quickly, only to see a tall, strong silhouette walk in before the door closes again. My body goes on alert, my breathing rapid. My stomach clenches as footsteps approach me. I step back instinctively and a few meters from me, Lohan appears, his cou

Blue's POV I don't know what time we reached home. I don't even know how I got inside my room in his penthouse. After I heard what he said inside that room in the hospital, I felt like something inside me, particularly my heart broke. I don't understand but there's only one answer to this. I like him already. This is insane because liking him isn't part of my plan. I just have to make him fall in love with me within 100 days and make him obedient to his father. That's all. That's my job. This setup, this engagement is purely a negotiation and I hate myself for ending up liking him.

~ Aria's POV ~ (A Month Later) Snow fell heavily outside the windows, thick and relentless, blanketing the world in white. Yet inside the room, I was burning... consumed by heat, by want, by my handsome three monsters who claimed every part of me. I didn’t feel the cold. I couldn’t. Because Raven, Lucian, and Thorne were busy satisfying my body.

But the truth was, I already had - somewhere between trust and betrayal, between the woman I’d been and the one this story was making me. When I stepped back into the hallway, Damian was gone. Only a folded piece of paper waited on the chair where he’d been. I unfolded it. One sentence, written in his clean, deliberate handwriting: “I’ll end this before it reaches you. Don’t follow me.” I stared at the words until they blurred. Then I crumpled the note in my fist. “You arrogant idiot,” I whispered. I was done letting him decide how this ended. Damian The penthouse felt like a mausoleum. Every light was on, yet the place reeked of absence - Caroline’s perfume, Amara’s voice, everything that h

More than that, I was charming enough that he was willing to take his time doing it rather than just go through every flavor of the sex rainbow that would have mounted him in the day he spent with me. The inner lecture resolved to the fact that I was a damned good woman, and it wasn’t my problem that Ben neither saw nor wanted that. He chose an infant and was reaping exactly what he sowed with that decision. His loss, I huffed, mentally thanking DJ for the confidence boost that did exactly what it was meant to. Thankful that my inner bitch kicked in just in time for Ben to follow me—and praying that the internal battle wasn’t nearly as intense outside as it was in my head.

she whispered so I tried taking her hand off me. Since I am stronger than her, I succeeded. I even hurt her that she caressed her hand. I never turned back to her and left her in the room locking it fast. Shiara is such a wild alter ego that she might pull me on bed with her. I am a loyal man but there is just something that it’s hard for me to resist. My heavy footsteps are heard as I walk down the hallways and down the stairs. Johanna is on the living room walking back and forth.

Just one word inside. Me. I kept flipping. Page thirty-five, "Season 1 Ending Options." Two versions were written out. Version A: the protagonist discovers the insider is his own wife. He doesn't forgive her. He turns and walks into the heat zone. Series end. Below it, a line in red ink, not written by me — "Too bleak. Rejected. Go with Version B." Version B: cut the wife storyline entirely. The protagonist has all his memories wiped, gets implanted with a new identity, and is dropped into Season 2 to continue.