Maleficent Fanfic Novelas e Histórias

"Okay. Since you’ve all decided… Mark, I want you to remember—this engagement isn’t being broken by you. I, Agatha Clinton Damien, am the one breaking it. I reject you." Mark just looked at me and smirked. "It means nothing to me that you’re breaking it. Go be with your lover. You don’t deserve me. You’re just a filthy whore." I chuckled. Those words? They didn’t hurt anymore. Everyone turned to Maleficent now, grinning at her like she was a damn Disney princess. Mark stepped forward, looked her in the eyes, and asked, "Maleficent, will you be my bride?" She giggled. "Yes."

"Are you insane? You want me to have sex with the Beta of my pack who is currently mated and pregnant with a pup? What kind of stupid obsession is this? It's high time we made things clear, I never liked you, even the moon goddess knows I never wanted you for keeps. It was supposed to be a mere fling that somehow grew into something uncontrollable as the days rolled by, a major reason I broke things off immediately you became the beta queen. I don't want anything to do with you not now or ever, I've a mate now, one I genuinely love." "You really think it's easy to toy with someone's feelings like that uh? Even though Miles is my mate, I've never had strong affection towards him like the way

Maleficent gets on top of me and licks my nipples, massaging my tits, throbbing my pussy with three of her fingers, getting me as horny as possible, my cock trembling with the desire to enter her wet pussy. I am so close to having an orgasm and she stops right before getting to it. "-You are so cruel, why are you tormenting me like this? I ask Maleficent. -I could never forget that time when you took advantage of me when we were friends plus do not tell me you forgot how you treated me all these years! " Maleficent replies angrily. I ask her to get it done and to do whatever she wants with me, but I will not beg, no matter what.

Rolling her eyes to the back her head while her hands could not tug her lover's lush raven hair; all Maleficent could do was curl her toes against the plush mattress of the bed as she lay spread eagle in front of her grinning lover who was thrusting his masculinity all the way inside her, scratching her feminine walls – hitting the right places with every angle he took. “You know what, Maleficent? Haah… You are the only person whom I could not picture out to live without.” Damon the not-so Prideful Prince of the Nether World leaned down, not to kiss her lips but to trace his tongue on the left part of her face. To prove his conviction, he pounded into her like madman possessed. "Fuck! You ar

What did that have to do with anything? “I was jealous,” Maleficent admitted. He moved closer. Seductively closer. “You seemed so sweet and kind when you insisted he take it. I wanted you to give me a cookie the way you’d given him one.” “Uh...” I swallowed before licking my suddenly dry lips. “Oh.” Yeah, that’s all I had. Oh. The man had successfully stolen all brain function from me, filling me with delicious shivers, and all I had left in my arsenal was a freaking lame oh.

I look at the neat black hair between her legs , she gives me a seductive smile hooking her leg around my waist. " I need you so badly Azriel." she moans seductively in my ear. A growl erupts from my chest as I push her on the floor. " Don’t you dare ever touch me you filth." I growl glaring at her. Marica is a nymph who has power of beauty to wrap any men around her finger , she is the exact definition of beauty but from inside it's all dark and filthy. " Azriel." she yells standing up. " Cover yourself up Marica because your seducing spells dont work on me." I roll my eyes.

A Lycan whose power and wealth made our entire pack look like a joke. The sheer jealousy was suffocating. It tore through my chest, hot and violent. Was he touching her? Was he looking at her? The thought of another male laying a single finger on her made my blood boil with a dark, territorial rage. I had rejected her, yes. I had thrown her out. But she was still mine. The Moon Mother had bound her to me, and the idea of another man claiming her drove me completely insane. "I don't care what she did," I snarled, a wave of dark possessiveness completely taking over. I turned around and slammed my fist down onto the heavy oak desk.

He was putting himself in her shoes and knew in truth, he would want to do the same thing she wanted to do, but as the woman he loves, he didn't want her to become a murderer. She might feel good now, but what if she was affected by it later. She's a strong woman, yes! But he knew she had the softest of heart that there was. "How?" He asked her carefully. "I want to have fun with him." Mel said. Oh dear! Was he kidding himself by saying she had the softest of heart just now? Bryce doubt his earlier judgement, because Mel look like those ancient villainess with the madness in her expression. Call him weird, but he actually find her sexy with that look and for the first time, he had impure tho

He let out a deep chuckle, as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, staring at her intensively, making as she burned with hunger. “Lucian!”. She called desperately again, her body twitching and begging to be touched by him. “Please, I want you!”. She whispered, biting her lips. “How bad do you want me, love?”. He whispered, biting her ear making her shiver in pleasure. “As bad as you need me, my alpha!”. Lucian let out a deep growl, his eyes changing to gold. “Fuck, say that again!”. He murmured. “Mine, my alpha!”. She repeated, her voice filled with desire.

My eyes were growing heavier as his fingers glided across my skin. “I know I shouldn’t… but I like you far more than I have any right to,” I muttered. His fingers froze instantly but I was too exhausted to overanalyze it. I yawned, slowly giving in to sleep. I’d been kidnapped twice, all for sins I didn’t commit. But is it really hell… if I love the way it burns? “Don’t say things like that, Emilia. Men like me don’t come with happy endings.”