Inside Out Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Vanessa reaches out, turns the handle and shoves me inside with all her might. I stumble forward, my knees giving out completely as I hit the thick rug of the private room. I look up through the thick fog of my vision, gasping for air on the floor. I look up only for my eyes to land on a naked man who is already inside the room. ~~~~~~ Now, it seems I can no longer feel the floor. I can only feel the wild roaring beast inside my blood, tearing through my veins. Once I see the naked man, I finally see through Vanessa's plan clearly.

"You can’t do this to me!" "Of course, I can," Gasin replied, striding out of the room with the beast and the fake royal guard following in tow. As we traversed the hallways, I noticed the room transform into a darker, dimly lit hall. How could I have been so naive? I questioned myself. How did I foolishly believe I'd done something right in my life? I thought Rain wouldn’t have to face death again, but it was all an illusion. Gasin had meticulously observed our behaviors, crafting a fantasy world where Rain despised me, and I blindly believed love could conquer it. How could I have fallen for something so unreal?

She kept her head bowed, her hands folded as though innocent—but inside, her heart danced. Good, she thought, stealing glances between them. Let the cracks deepen. Let the bond sour. The more they fight, the closer she’ll turn to me… and the easier it will be to take back what’s mine.

She leans into my touch, her lips pressing a soft kiss to my palm, the warmth of her breath ghosting over my skin. “It’s okay,” she whispers, her voice a lifeline. “You don’t have to hide from me.” You wouldn’t want anything to do with me if I didn’t… I shake my head, a bitter laugh escaping my lips as my touch falls away from her. “You don’t understand,” I say, my voice rough. “If you knew, if you could see inside my mind…you’d be disgusted. You’d run as far and as fast as you could, and you’d never look back.”

We gossiped about it often, and when that young man turned out to be Aina’s mate, even I had been taken by surprise. “The same one—Osborne Cliff. Tell your daughter to leave him be. He is mine. We were betrothed,” she said, and those words spilling from her mouth lit a fire of rage inside me. History was about to repeat itself, and I swore I would never allow my daughter to suffer what I once did. Never. I had nothing against Owen as a person, but the way he broke me, it nearly destroyed me. Imagine your mate not even bothering to reject you, just vanishing and marrying another. That pain cut deeper than any blade.

Considering my limited knowledge, I should be surprised. Mr handsome gifted me with a cocky smirk when he caught me looking at him, embarrassed I glanced away. He is a very handsome male little sister, but he is not our mate, the voice inside my head whispered. Who are you, I whispered back? I am the part of you that has been hidden, your inner warrior, who will keep you safe. Huh, this was nuts I was having an internal monologue with myself. Get a grip Charlie, no wonder they restrained me like a crazy person. They probably heard me arguing with myself.

Lincoln's POV I groan as another wave of desire rockets through me, and images flash inside my mind. Small hands roaming over a large muscled chest, down a toned body. I groan. Fucking hell, why is that so hot? Zahra’s hand clasped around a large hard cock, the head purplish pink. Absently I admire the cock, at the same time as horror and desire flood me in equal measure. This is what’s so fucking uncomfortable about this whole thing. I’m getting image after image of my best friend from Zahra’s point of view. The feeling and sensation she experienced when he was inside her had me seeing stars, and I can only imagine this is going to intensify once I’ve marked her too. But fucking hell, this

The scene where my father brought a girl and her mother home and introduced them to me as his other family a day after my mother’s death. The scene where I was alone crying under the rain in front of my mother’s grave. The scene where I felt like an outsider as I watched my father play with his other family. The first time I saw Aiden, I thought he was handsome. When Aiden helped me with my injury, I developed a crush on him. When Elena brought Aiden home and introduced him as her boyfriend. When I woke up in bed with Aiden. My father told me that I have to get married to Aiden. The wedding and then, the betrayal.

He threw the phone he had in his hand on the bed before starting his slow walk towards Zadkiel who pressed himself more against the door and if he could, he would’ve climbed up to the ceiling through it. “I guess I liked you there, on the bed. Why are you coming here?” His heart was now drumming so loud against his chest and his breaths picked up that he actually thought there was a whole ass concert going inside his body as everything just contributed and his legs were shaking, making him dance to the beat. “I like you pressed against the door as well,” Irvin said, dropping his voice and making it deep rough which made Zadkiel squirm in his place. All he wanted to do was to open the door an

It was unmoving. She stepped out of the shower and dressed, wearing loose clothing that didn't rub against her raw skin. She left her room and went back to Maribelle's room. She walked slowly, sore from the force of Simon on top of her. The memory was enough to send fear through her. She glanced left and right as she exited her room, letting relief flood her when she didn't see him hiding in the hallway. She knocked on the door to her sister's room and opened it slowly. Seeing that Maribelle was sleeping, she stepped into the room and sat in the chair by her sister's bed. It would be a long night. She had slept all day and she wasn't tired, but she knew she should sleep. She couldn't though,