Left 4 Dead Fanfic Novels & Stories

“So you can _love_ me? _Dad_?” Fire ran up her arms. Not controlled. _Wild_. _Hungry_. She looked at _Rylan_. “He’s _warm_,” Four said. “_I’m_ so _cold_, Mother. _Have been_ for _so long_. Since the _first_ time I _died_.” The fire _grew_. The mine started _melting_. “He’ll _warm_ me up,” Four said. “_One second_. That’s all I need. _One second_ of _him_ and I’ll _feel_.”

Fours tone growled out as he didn't let his eyes meet mine once as his hand pushed me towards the bedroom door. I opened my mouth to object to his orders, I wasn't going to let him speak to me like I was a child plus I'm pretty sure he will thank me later for not causing internal damage to Dylan. He was acting if it wasn't any of my business but Four murdering his brother over one stupid bloody kiss that I can barley even remember was my business. "I kissed him!" I exclaimed as Dylan's wincing started to become louder until Fours back in a quick movement swerved around his deep blue eyes now fully disappeared replaced by bright cold gold ones eventually meet mine.

"Dr. Gardner, everything's ready. We can begin the autopsy." A soft, delicate voice sounded next to my ear. My hand that was holding the scalpel paused, and I snapped back to my senses. I turned my head and met the expectant gaze of my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart, Jessica Lester, who was currently also my intern. Then, I looked at the severely decomposed, headless male corpse on the autopsy table. That was when I became certain that I had gone back in time and had a second shot at life.

He asks, standing behind me now, his breath hot on my neck making me fuzzy,my wolf stirs, the same thing it did yesterday. Hell! There was no way Finn could be my mate right? No way! Else I'm doomed! please vote and leave a review, it's about to be getting steamy and spicy all the way

He choked out. I watched him waddle hurriedly out of the grand hall. "Strange," Zane looked amused, "whatever got into him? He's usually not this humble." "You don't say," A little smile played at the corner of my lips. Beta Darius, you started the seductive dance with death the minute you met me. You're soon going to know how it feels to pray, beg and long for death with your entire being. ~~~~~~~~~~ It finally sunk in. I am mated to a Lycan.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

Chapter 24 Alessia's pov Astrea rocked Lycan Cyril like her life depended on it. Their lips locked on each other's while they tried to catch their breaths, Lycan Cyril hands travelled all over her body. If I had arrived about three minutes later, I'd have met them in a heated sextual intercourse. I stepped back, and almost stumbled on my sandals. I grabbed a shelf immediately, causing some books to pour down. My heart plunged to the pit of my stomach, goosebumps propping all over my skin. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me when I looked up to meet their gazes.

There will be scenes of BDSM dynamic between our Male Lead and Female Lead, so if you aren't into kink or it makes you uncomfortable, please do not read any further. I hope that you enjoy Alpha of the Dead. --Sydney

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m