Les Miserables Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Mirabel felt guilty,Gloria cheered her up and told her to forget about it,seeing as she was already upset. Mirabel asked to treat us to lunch as an apology which was kindly declined,I won't even try going out with her even If she begged me I won't go. She just wants to make matters worse, but I won't tell her that, we prepared lunch at Gloria's and after eating we went for a walk,it was really relaxing and refreshing I liked the way the air blew on my face ,is this really what freedom is like,I feel so trapped in the mansion,ever since I became a slave I have not known any freedom and now I really like it I smiled to Gloria who responded with a smile,age doesn't know what i'm thinking but ma

“I was going to try to make this enjoyable for both of us but if this is how you want to play it, that’s how you’ll get it.” “Let me go! getaway! from me!” I kicked and screamed at the top of my voice, gripping my hair to reduce the pain from his pull. “Please let me go, I’ll do whatever you ask, just let me go.” I could feel tears clouding my eyes as I broke into sobs. Stupid, stupid girl. I could hear Madame C’s voice scolding in my head. What were you thinking? That someone would be genuinely interested in you and see you past what you were raised for?

“He told you not to return it” “And You think I would do that. The ass crown teased me for being poor and unable to pay my Uncle’s bills. He called me a whore working for money!” the poor girl's eyes harden as she thought back to everything that man had said to him, Damien Martinez or whatever he called himself. “At least your uncle was saved” Bell shrugged as she turned her attention to her food, cooking over the oven. “Tell me about your little date” Mystique immediately blushed. “It's not a date Bel, he wants to thank me over lunch”

He was a gentleman. He was a frustration. “You need to think, ma bichette,” Fabian finally said. He stopped walking and she did, too. And he faced her. “What is there to think about?” she pleaded. “You will take me tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. I would rather you do not treat me with such respect, Fabian, because it will only make me more miserable when I get back to my true husband.” And even if she agreed to be his mistress, she still would not want him to treat her with such kindness. It would break her heart more when she finally leaves.

"Listen closely, you little wretch. Your current stepmother, Maurice's second wife, Mia Hernandez, from the Southern Wilds, isn't the wealthy heiress she claims to be." She continued, "She was actually Franklin's naive junior, the one he lured away. This bald fraud was good with words. While stringing me along, he was also toying with her feelings. I told him to prove his devotion by killing her. And what did he do? He raped her instead, then promised he'd marry her. "Thanks to his schemes, that silly girl happily married Maurice, thinking she'd won. And for years now, she's been coming here, to this 'holy' cathedral, to sneak in a little filth with this fat fraud."

"Oh, Elle, why so upset? Don't tell me you're not enjoying this, because, from the looks of it, I'd say otherwise. Oh, and you think I've tortured you enough? I haven't even tortured you at all. Not yet. I'm just getting started. You know, the more I see you, the angrier and the more pissed off I get. You think you've won, but no. The game is far from over, and this time, you're not going to get the happy ending you think you're going to. Oh, no. No. See, the thing is, not only did you steal from me, you stole from my cousin too. And now, I'm here to deliver the punishment." "Your cousin?" "Yes. Lana. She's my cousin. And, the way I see it, you've stolen the love of her life from her. And, n

She is going to die so ugly! Nina's fist does not hurt, but Lucien Gray is furious. Does it embarrass her to be with him? Why the woman is ashamed of him? Nina Morrison cries with pain as a big, hard palm grips her slender neck with no effort. "Lucien Gray, you lunatic! Devil! I hate you! You bastard!" Nina Morrison kicks Lucien Gray with both hands and feet. She is only 19, and she has a long way to go. But now there is only one way --- Lucien Gray's mistress. The stigma will haunt her for the rest of her life.

asked Michael while rubbing her paralyzed legs. "You're a crippled woman, Gwen, a crippled woman! Can't you see how pathetic you are right now? Don't you want to know what makes you like this? It's due to karma! Gwen, A Karma!" screamed Michael at the end of the sentence. Gwen, who heard this, could only shake her head weakly, and before she could say anything, Michael immediately preceded her. "Don't you find it strange? A beautiful Gwendoline Ferguson, the only daughter of a wealthy businessman, could suddenly get a serious illness after marrying me?

"How dare you follow me? How dare you even be jealous of me? And why the hell were you on a motorcycle? Are you trying to kill yourself? Huh? Huh?! Or worse..." I put my hands on my head and spun around. "My God, Maël. You almost ran over Fran!" I spun around 180 degrees with my hands over my face, dropping my things on the floor. "You're a murderer," I whispered, facing him and screaming, "I'm sleeping with a murderer!" He was already laughing. "Good God, Delu." He started laughing loudly. "The actress can't take a single joke." "Is this a joke to you? Answer all my questions."

“How did you know I’d changed my eyes, Bastien. How do you know what color my eyes are supposed to be?” “I had a dream.” Bastien confesses, rubbing the back of his neck and pacing. “I don’t even know if it was real. You were… afraid of me, we talked about someone called Garrick. I killed him for hurting you.” “That was real, Bastien.” I assure him, “back then I didn’t have my wolf, I didn’t know we were mates.” “Stop this!” Arabella practically shrieks, “don’t you see what she’s doing? Who are you going to believe Bastien? You’ve known me my entire life, you remember every day we spent together - all you know of her are a couple of imagined flashes amid a fever.”