Left 4 Dead Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Every crease of his skin, the way his lips curved up over his teeth as he smiles, the fresh scars from the oleander whips. The explosion of sparks as he held me forged my need to be with him, the desire to mate with him coursed through every inch of me. I felt like if it didn’t happen soon, a part of me would die. They all talk at once, their voices overlapping one another as they try to tell me what happened but somehow, I knew everything, including the death of Draven. “I need to get out” I mind link Alpha Zach, half expecting him not to hear it because we were not yet mated, but there is a small nod of his head and I head to the door.

“That’s why I chose Elara so easily this time. I wanted to compensate her… for what happened before.” So he was reborn. That explains everything. That explains the disdain in his eyes at the selection—how cold he looked at me that day. “Adrian,” I said, calm as ice, “you and I—we’re done. Whatever you think you owed me, or whatever I thought I owed you, it’s over. We’re clear.” I paused. Then added, “If you respect me at all—even just a little—for the fact that I died for you in our last life… leave me alone. Let me have the ending I deserve.”

“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_.”

, I said, pushing him away and walking out of the room. "Doing what?" "Reading my mind.", I hissed, on which he chuckled. . #TBC

Forever. The question haunting me: Who won't make it back alive? And is saving Luna worth losing someone else? Drop your theories! Who do you think dies? Tell me! Chapter 48 is the BETWEEN PLACE chapter and it's going to break your heart! END OF CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

“Don’t call me until you fix what you’d done wrong.” The line went dead. The scarred man laughed softly, almost pitying. “Damn. Your brother’s cold.” He stepped closer. “Guess you’re useless to us now.” He raised the gun and pointed it at me. “Let’s just hope you’re worth something after you’re dead.” … “Don, we’ve searched everywhere,” Lorenzo said, stepping up beside Matteo. “Looks like the Moretti cleaned out the place after they killed that woman.” He held something small in his hand.

Lucian smiled, "Whether you gave birth to Theo or not, you are his biological mother, Darcy. Most importantly, he loves you more than me. You are worrying for nothing." "That's not true!" Darcy said, her voice now excited and laced with fun, "He loves us equally." "You wouldn't say that if you had seen him always blackmailing me to starve if I not bring her mommy back at home." "Thank God! You came back or else what would have I done?" Lucian chuckled. They laughed and walked out of the cemetery while holding hands together.

I sat at the table for hours, trying to think of something, when I met the last of the four stepbrothers. He walked in with a hoodie, his hands tucked into the pockets. I didn't notice him at first until I raised my head to see someone had entered the room. Leo, the last of the four sons. I didn't want him to notice me, certain he'd hate me like the others. But before I could turn away, he caught my eyes, and for some reason, I froze. Brown silk hair, brown eyes, pink lips I couldn't ignore framed a face I'd just met along with the rest of Mr. Cody's sons. Yet this one made my chest tighten the same unexplainable way Shawn and Gaige had, a pull I couldn't shake.

All eyes in the room turned and focused on me. I leaned forward, placed my elbow on the table and the side of my face in my hand and kept talking, “I mean death has got to be better than the life you’ve been living. All the pain of a one-way mate bond, watching through our shared link as my real mates and I fuck like rabbits. Knowing you’ll never have the pleasure of feeling my wet, warm, pussy slide down your hard cock, or the feel of thrusting your dick in my mouth, while I cup and squeeze your balls… Oh right, you only have one.” Muffled laughs came from all corners of the room.