Metaphor: Refantazio Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He tried to shake it off but he couldn’t his slightly wide eyes gave him away. “Zephyr. I don’t know who you met before but that is not me. That is a fake creation of a mystical flower. This entire place is a fake creation of a flower. You are too. That flower turned its version of me into some promiscuous fool. I won’t lie to you, there was a time I wished I could have as many guys as I wanted and switch them around just like the beta jocks did to she-wolves in my school. I also wished I would pitch those guys in a fight with each other to see who was most desperate from my love. The flower, what it did was to take all the things in my imaginations, past and present and use it to make a wor

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was beginning to miss more than just her cooking. He actually thinks he can win her back because he was her 'first love.' He doesn't see that Jade has changed. She’s got Zayn Hemsworth backing her now, and she looks at us like we're dirt from the trenches. I crawl off the bed, walking over to the mirror. I stare at my reflection, tracing the sharp line of my jaw. If Daniel can’t get the money through romance, then we have to take it through blood. There has to be a way to break her foundation. A signature. A forged transfer document. Or maybe... something more permanent.

Loneliness so suffocating it bordered on despair isolated me from the surrounding clamor, as if I stood in a vacuum. I still couldn't comprehend it. Why? Why did I give up my entire youth, endure the harshest training, shape every word and action into flawless perfection just to become the most fitting Luna, only to be branded as a fraud who had stolen that place? My heart clenched with each beat, and the pain left me unable to breathe. My gaze fell on Maddox's face. He was smiling and cheering wholeheartedly for Yelena and Chad. His joy was sincere and fervent, showing not the slightest trace of worry or pity for me.

"He knows the plot is changing." Seraphina continued quietly. "And he hates it." A chill traveled down Elian's spine. "How do you know all this?" "Because he recruited me." She pulled a glowing crystal from her pocket. "I pretended to join him." Elian stared at the crystal. Then at her. "You infiltrated the author's group?" Seraphina smiled proudly. "Someone had to." For a moment neither spoke. Then Elian slowly leaned back. Everything was becoming far bigger than he imagined.

“No, you didn't hear me right. You did not stop yourself, you came inside Julia. You managed to… I don't believe I'm saying this. You managed to translocate your semen into Julia.” “Trans-what?” Michael was a little confused. “Translocate; move from one place to another without crossing the intervening space.” “Sort of like the transporters in Star Trek?” “Michael, I have never seen a TV set and, while I have heard of Star Trek, I have no idea what the 'transporters' do in it. Essentially, in a state of orgasmic bliss, you still had enough will power available to transport matter a considerable distance into an internal cavity of another human without causing damage to either of you. Julia b

A FLASHBACK OF THE PAST “No, you didn't. I knew all along that from the start you couldn't make me your mate” -Feral Ruelle as the blob of a figure redismorphing into focus and a scratchy cell television as the surrealness of the reality in which is past, Theo twisting and turning in the bed in which Cath is by his side

His agony was quite evident. “I want this fool’s body parts scattered all over the grounds that it would be impossible to put him together,” Antonio Rufus said, pointing at Xavier. Xavier smirked. "Be a good girl, Bethany, and find the she-wolf for daddy," Antonio Rufus said to the she-wolf he brought to pose as Xavier's mother, dropping all the act. Angel felt sad for her, remembering when she was a vibrant and beautiful Were. And now reduced to nothing but a body to satisfy sexual urges and a house pet.

Big mistake. So, her little request didn't shock me. Of course, she wasn't letting go of her schemes. Even after I'd made it crystal clear we were done, she just kept pushing. Honestly, this was on me—I'd handed her a first-class ticket to Easy Street without making her earn it. I said, dripping sarcasm, "Wow, the love between you two is just so pure and unbreakable. Honestly, I'm ashamed that something as materialistic as this apartment could ever stain it."

"I bet you can't make her like you." "Watch me." Neither of them knew the other one was having that exact same conversation. Ava Bennett has never lost anything worth keeping. Not competitions, not arguments, and certainly not the cheer captain election she has spent three years bleeding for. She is disciplined, intimidating, and completely immune to Mason Reed's charm. Or so she tells herself. Mason Reed has never met a girl he couldn't win over. Football captain, school golden boy, wanted by everyone and challenged by no one. Until Ava Bennett looks straight through him like he is nothing, and suddenly winning becomes personal. When their friends separately dare them to do