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“And you knew that prior to saying I Do!” “May I ask what made you fall for him?” Shit, the last thing I wanted to think about was my past with that ass! I pushed the glasses further up, hoping it would really stop anymore tears. “Other than those big blue eyes or golden blonde locks?” “You read the fan fiction?” “I’ve read a couple. It’s hilarious to me. I get out a kick of how many ways they kill me off. Or rather, killed me off.”

“Then close your mouth, you’re drooling over him.” “I like him, he’s modest, sweet and cute in person.” “Do not like him Ian, he’s my boss!” She gritted out warningly. “Stop being possessive!” Ian retorted. “I’m not! You are gay!” “It’s called fan-struck!” Ian countered. “Is that even a word?” She asked angrily. “G****e it!” Ian snapped at her. Tiana sighed, Ian was damn right; she was getting unnecessarily possessive over Rico.

The emotions in his eyes were hard to distinguish. but I didn't look further for answers, those beautiful hazel eyes, once I looked lovingly had lost it's beauty. He slowly got out of their bed, the girl whined for him to stay for little more. He came closer My heart sank. Mind blank as a canvas, on which was engraved the words I heard then: “I,Ethan Brown, the future alpha of the pack, reject you, Thalia carnell as my mate and Luna of this pack.”

I know that this conversation is going nowhere, and that she probably wants to defend her straight Fanfic, and her characters with no chemistry. — They make a beautiful couple. Kanya is perfect for Will, she comes from a noble family, practically a princess, and my son will be the CEO of our companies, in the future a marriage between them seems inevitable, and... I can't imagine something like that, it's impossible. This Fanfic of hers is doomed to be a nice, big, flop. — This story would be perfect if the future CEO liked a woman, but I think you know he likes a man, don't you?

I tend to keep my mafia books light but this one will be different. Fanuco Ferrero is a sick twisted man and he turns Catalina into who she is. To be able to show the extent of his damage, some themes can't be avoided. Please DON'T IGNORE this warning and complain about it in the future. For those who decide to proceed, thank you for your support.

"And then what? Will they treat me differently? No Julia they won't. They already consider me less then a human, how will they react when they realize I'm the Guardian of Heathens? Let me tell you what they will do. They will consider me more of an ethical being, a sorcerer. THIS, this is the kind of world we live in Julia. No matter how much the truth will scream into their faces, they will make their own stories." Julia looked confused at my words, which made me sigh. "They are not just any people, Julia." I said, my voice oddly calm. "They are fans, and Alex is a Fiction fan at that. Fiction's fans and Heathens fans have had bad blood for a very long time. Fans are really scary people. W

Everywhere she looked, it was her and Damian. Major entertainment news accounts and fan pages were all posting about them, with wild rumors circulating. Even fan fiction of them was dominating the charts. Furthermore, some fans had stayed up all night drawing fanart of her and Damian, and it was being shared widely. The fan fiction stories that were published on various sites were all capitalizing on the sudden surge of attention. She had a huge collection of fan art now. Chelsea's mind spun as she scrolled. She occasionally glanced at Tobey's expression. When she saw his scowl deepening, she couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh.

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”

“So, you can expect lots of gossip when I return.” “Girl, don’t say that to an anxious person. You’ll have to send me reports daily. Hourly. Sh*t, I am already creating an entire fanfic in my head.” I laughed, finding it funny that she was acting so girly over it all, but agreeing that it was definitely a chance for a lot to happen. Either bad or good, I still didn’t know. I guessed time would tell.

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.