Mary Sue Fanfiction Novels & Stories

You can just call me Sarah the Heterogametic Slayer. “Girlfriend, you’re making me dizzy with all that pacing,” Mary Sue snaps in an uncharacteristic display of irritation—normally it’s my job to be the bitter one in our relationship. Realizing that if I managed to get on Mary Sue’s nerves, I must be in bad shape, I stop pacing and sit on the edge of the bed, my fingers twitching and my feet tapping with continued anticipation. “Sorry,” I respond to her, “I’m just revved up. I haven’t killed anyone since . . . well, you know . . . Duluth . . . ”

Mary screams turning around again and grabbing her bra from the lounge chair. "I probably am," Sam says, "and you're just a woman skinny dipping in her neighbor's pool... every pool man's wet... um, fantasy, ma'am." Mary almost laughs in spite of herself. "You can say wet dream," she says, "I'm a grown woman." She fastens her bra and pulls her blouse over her head. "That you are, ma'am," Sam says appreciatively. Fully dressed, Mary walks over to where Sam's standing. "And you're an asshole!" Mary cries as she slaps him hard across the face. Turning away, she walks back towards the house.

Mary got closer. Tyler then whispered to her about Fia having emotional issues as her ears came close. When Conrad and Fia came back with the milk tea, the way Mary looked at Fia was filled even more with motherly love. Fia sipped on the milk tea and then looked at Mary, confused. “Mrs. Lane, do I look like a sad drama?” “No, of course not!” “Then why do you look at me that way?” Fia smiled somewhat pitifully. “I’m not your son, so please don’t look at me that way.”

Susan rubbed it back into place and kept going. Martha stepped back and pulled her dress down showing perfect pussy and ass. She leaned down and pulled Susan’s dress down and over her knees. “Did I tell you to wear panties?” Susan kept stroking. “No. I’m sorry.” Martha yanked those down too and Davis stared at Susan in all her glory. Martha pushed Susan back and bent over with her ass in Susan’s face. “Spit.” Susan spit right into the crack. “Rub it in.” Susan used two fingers to stroke her spit into Martha’s ass and down along her pussy.

I couldn't believe how bad his mouth was to tell me those rude words to me. "A woman who was pleading to sleep with her. That's who you are." My forehead created lines as I was thinking what words I should use to respond. I didn't notice that I became that kind of woman last night. I didn't even know that he was my mate at that time, so what would be the reason? Just to got fuck to forget? But the biggest question was, why did the Moon Goddess allow me to meet my second chance in such a state? Humiliating!

If that’s the case than I’m stuck in a dream state. His touch feels so real. I was being a child, hoping that the longer I keep my eyes closed the higher chance of the possibility of it being nothing more than just a dream. “Maria” he called the touch of his fingertips to my skin as he brushed them gently across my brow and along my check. “Fuck, shit! mom?” Marcus’s panic snapped me forward and I flicked my eyes open to come face to face with those stormy grey eyes I’ve been hiding from for eighteen years.

Marian gasped in surprise, "Elisabeth? What's wrong? You were supposed to be in your wedding dress!" Elisabeth grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room. "You have to help me, Marian. If you don't, Marcus will die." She sounded tearful, with dried tears staining her cheeks; she had been crying hard. "Marcus? Who's Marcus?" She frowned. "Marcus is the man I love. I don't want to get married to Bruce; I don't like him at all." She sobbed. Marian's eyes widened, "You don't like Bruce? He's every girl's dream!" Her mouth fell open. "He's not my dream; Marcus is." She sniffed.

Susan anxiously explained, "It was you who designed to hurt Mary! It was you who asked me to find a man to rape Mary and record all the videos!" Countless different glances swept at Lavie Sue, including disbelief, doubt, disgust and fear She quickly raised her chin and retorted angrily: "You are talking nonsense! Why should I find someone to rape Mary? I have been her best friend since high school. It is impossible to hurt her!" Mary Kinson looked coldly and had to say that this person's acting skills were really good. Susan never thought, Lavie Sue will betray herself, her eyes will turn red with anger, and she will swear: "You obviously designed everything. You said you should teach Mary a

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Mary let out a short, proud laugh, relishing in the chaos she had fomented. She had reveled in the knowledge that Susan’s animosity towards Scarlet was intensifying, now fueled by the belief that Scarlet had taken everything from her, including their mother’s love. And even though she never intended to let Scarlet know this, the horrified look on Scarlet’s face was enough to make her horrible day a little less horrible.

Susan sat on her bed, the dim light casting shadows on the walls, her thoughts swirling in a chaotic mix of longing and resentment. She stared at her phone, heart racing as she contemplated her next move. Sebastian had always been the one who got away, and now, watching him with Kate felt like a bitter pill to swallow. Scrolling through Kate’s I*******m, Susan’s frustration bubbled. Each photo of their seemingly perfect life felt like a dagger to her heart. It was time to take action. She took a deep breath and opened a new message.