Kirito X Sinon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I fisted my hand. Pierro was wrong because I don't only have a strong mind, I am also strong physically. I can fight like a man. I maybe small for them but I know how to protect myself. I am the Hera of Sintti Crime Organization, someone like Toshiro can't put me down. If he was not Kimura, I don't think he is still breathing today because I will really kill all of them. I hope he learn his lesson. I hope he will not try to challenge me again. He can't win against me.

“I won’t take unnecessary risks.” He leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead before pulling back. “Take care of yourself. And our child.” I forced a small smile. “Always.” As he turned to join the others, Orin cast me a quick glance, his expression somewhere between sympathy and determination. I gave him a small nod in return. He’d watch Garrick’s back. Of that, I had no doubt. Sin hesitated before following, her gaze meeting mine briefly. Something flickered in her expression—regret, maybe, or understanding. Then she was gone, disappearing into the group as they mounted their horses and rode toward the forest’s edge.

“Just like I was born to be a warrior, and you were born to be a Luna and a Beta, Sondi was born to serve in other ways. She’s smart and kind. She's special in her own right.” “I guess you’re right.” I wipe my eyes and take a ragged breath. “I know I told the guys I was fine being the worm on the hook, but I’m not so sure now, Justice.” “We need to flush out Sin.” She says. “We need to stop him and see if we can find out what’s wrong with Obsidian.” “I know, I know.” I sigh. “I guess reality is hitting me. I just killed a man.” “Technically, I did. If that helps calm your spirit.”

I walked over to the door to listen in what they were saying. "Is there a reason that I can't see my kitten?" "Alpha told Sinan and I not to let any males in, special you Damien." "I'm not understanding why that is, Sinclair?" "She's an unmarked female and he's not wanting any unmated males around her. She's incredibly special to him." "Wait, isn't Sinan an unmate himself?" "Yes, Sinan is an unmated but our Alpha trust him even with his own life so why wouldn't he trust him by her.'

Silja POV I’m crying in my father’s chest. David isn’t David. He’s Alpha Gerard Sinnett. Mrs. Sinnett’s son and Trina Mayer’s fiancé. We mated and marked each other during our one-night stand, and I don’t remember anything about that night with him.

“Hahaha, kill… kill them, kill them until there’s nothing left of them.” Meanwhile, Kirin was sitting on his wheelchair, motionless, save for his white hair that swung around as it was blown by the wind. He was completely expressionless. No no knew what Kirin was thinking about, not even Lyra. In fact, Kirin had only learned of his true identity last night. He was not Draco’s son, and he did not share a single drop of blood with the Summers family. Instead, he was Lyra’s and Draken’s offspring. Draken Willow was his real biological father.

He whispers, referring to the rubber in his hand, and I bite down on my lips as I move over him, settling on his lap to pull the rubber down his length before letting my hands move down his thighs; lifting my eyes to meet his gaze. "Do you want me to fuck you again?" Sin whispers, leaning closer. Do you even have to ask that? "Yes. " I respond, and he smiles, his gaze moving down my chest. He pulls my nipple between his thumb and his forefinger; forcing a whimper out of me. "How much do you want my cóck in you, Little Greene?" "Badly. " I'm quick to respond, my breathing heavy. "I want you badly in me. I need you in me. " Sinclair's eyes shine with amusement, and he's lowering me down his le

And I felt the smallest, most dangerous flicker of hope. “Yes,” I said softly. “Because he doesn’t understand what love does when it survives fire.” The lights went out completely. Darkness swallowed the room, but somehow, it didn’t feel as terrifying this time. Because I could still feel them Sebastian on one side, Blake on the other. Close enough that our breaths mixed, our heartbeats uneven but steadying. And somewhere in the dark, the faint sound of footsteps echoed away down the hall. Damian was leaving. He thought he’d won.

It was a moan. “No,” I breathed, pressing my palm against my lips to choke back a sob. Every step up the stairs was a battle against the agony in my body. I reached the bedroom and saw the door standing slightly open. My world didn't just fall apart; it turned to ash. Damien was there. My fiancé. But he wasn't alone. His head was buried between my sister’s thighs—my married sister, Victoria. His hands were on her bare skin, grabbing her breast, her hair hanging off the edge of the mattress. They were drowning in pleasure, completely unaware that I had just lost our child.