Les Miserables Fanfiction Novels & Stories

How many times had I imagined that moment—Marius here? Thousands of times. And now I had to pretend I preferred wearing that disgusting collar instead of throwing myself into his arms. “Jane…” he murmured suddenly, then stopped. I could see the terrible conflict in his eyes. My actions must have twisted his thoughts into knots, and I didn’t want to imagine the awful things he might be thinking about me. “Yes, Marius. You can speak,” I encouraged him. Please… say something. He took a deep breath and lowered his gaze.

Reign smirked with Amber clutched to her hip, nibbling on a piece of candy cane. "Just go with that damn rascal," Cecile shrugged. "You're a monster." "You helped in creating this monster," Reign smiled. "Life's a cycle, a merry-go-round and karma's a female dog. I'm just sorry I won't be here when you get a bite of it all." With that said, she walked out in confidence, her shoulders felt burden free, only for Amber that was still attached to her. Dominic, her best friend, had been waiting for her with her suitcases packed with clothes that belonged to her and Amber along with personal documents.

“He was the sixth cousin of the duchess’ mother. But that did not matter when the accident happened. I just could not bear the thought of a small child ending up in an orphanage because of an unfortunate tragedy.” ‘An orphanage would have been heaven compared to your house.’ As Serena went on, lying about how she took care of Magnolia, all the latter could think of was the pain this woman had inflicted on her during the years she had spent in her house. Her face felt hot, her whole body felt hot, and her nails dug in her palms unconsciously. ‘If you misbehave in front of the baron, I will kill you.’ Serena’s voice echoed in her head.

“My answer is no, Mr Miller. I will not become your side whore....” “Language, Ms. Robinson.” Jack suddenly interrupted her. “And you won't be what you're calling it. You'll be my lover. My secret lover entitled with everything.” “Saying it with fancy words doesn't change the fact about what you just asked of me, Mr Miller. A mistress, a secret lover or a side chick, whatever you might call it, it's still horrible, and I'm not that kind of woman.” Ana showed how disappointed she was before she looked away. If not that they were inside a moving car, she would have already gotten down from the car.

But does it matter if I could as well bail out any time I wanted ? My heart thudded hard, both from anticipation and excitement. I was willing entering into the devils snare. "I agree " I spoke aloud. This was the second time I caught him by surprise, it was quickly replaced my a dark stormy look . "What do you agree to Melissa?" "I will belong to you Sebastian " I gritted out the forbidden words, as soon as I got what i wanted, I would disappear from his life before he knew it. I read the gleam of satisfaction in his gaze as he wounded his fingers around my hair.

Chapter 5 Amelie POV Holding the duvet tightly to my chest, I stare at the two doing some dirty things in front of me. The urge to grab a dagger and cut that thing in between his legs spurs through me, but what if I don't succeed in killing him? That will be another havoc for my people because I know he won't spare them. "Fuck!" He groans and bites his bottom lip as he throws his head back in ecstasy. He seems to be enjoying the bitch on her knees, sucking his dick like her life depends on it. She's such a whore.

--- Dinner is simple. Soup. Bread. Wine. The three of us around the table, talking about nothing important. Mireille tells a story about a cat she had as a child — a mangy thing she found in the alley behind their house. Celeste pretended to be allergic so their father wouldn't make her get rid of it. "You faked an allergy?" I ask. "For three years." Celeste almost smiles. "It was worth it." "What happened to the cat?" "She ran away." Mireille's voice softens. "Right before our mother died. I always thought she was trying to find her."

And now, he vowed to himself: I will never abandon her again. Despite the bad memories, it also brought him hope, it was like life was giving him another chance to make things right. The night was heavy with rain, an endless cascade of droplets turning the world into a blurry, indistinct landscape. Mia stumbled along the deserted street, her steps aimless, her mind a whirl of emotions. She had been crying since she left the house, tears mingling with the rain, making her vision even more obscure. The revelation about Maurice had shattered her; she couldn't believe the depth of connection and care he had shown her throughout her life.

“I’m so sorry for this, munchkin.” Just as I tender my excuse of an apology, my hand does a quick job of ripping her shirt into shreds, leaving her upper body bare to my impending torture. She yelps in surprise. “All you have to do is say the word, munchkin, say it and all of this stops.” “I don’t want to. . .” Foolish, foolish girl. I take two steps backward to create a distance between us as my hand veers backward, returning with a great force and a loud swoosh of the leather as it slices through the air onto Oceane’s back.

And Marceline doesn’t waste bullets on trash. She decided to throw him away. Liam… I think he realized it. The way Marceline looked at him changed. No more polite smiles, no offers of cash. She stopped even pretending he mattered. And the pathetic fool, he noticed. One day he came to the house when I was around. He was sweaty, twitchy. His eyes were bloodshot and darting around like he expected someone to hit him. He stood in front of Marceline like a begging dog, hands trembling, saying he’d do anything. Everything.