Mha Fanfics Novelas e Histórias

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned the fantasies part. She wiggled her eyebrows, completely unaware that Magnus was listening intently, his fingers barely twitching against his thigh now. The pack around them held their collective breath, waiting for some reaction. Any reaction. "I used to write the most ridiculous fan fiction," Cathy continued, completely unselfconscious. "Edward and Bella? More like Edward and my imagination. I bet he'd be way less interesting in real life. Probably would just brood and play piano all day. At least werewolves seem like they know how to have fun. Do you guys have epic pack parties? I'm imagining full moon dance-offs or something."

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Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

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Damn. “And.. Since you asked for a couple, here's the second one... It's kind of private, but I think I can and should trust you with it, so.. I'm not really into men... I like girls..” And as she said this, Mia's heart skipped. That was a detail about herself that she'd kept secret for a few years and so, to hear Riot say the same thing about herself was very… Thrilling. “Really? Well... I guess we've found a mutual interest..” she said.

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“Not at all. Consider it a form of fan service. It will be more of a bother to you that it will be to me, I promise.” “Oh right, fan service because you use to be a fan. But wouldn’t that be abuse of title, besides I’m retired .it is a disservice to you.” “I still am, so, no its not. I’m glad to have you here. Anytime.” And with that, home girl was whipped. Something about having such a powerful ex fan felt so fucking good. She was very interested in getting the man…. No, the house and it’s…. surroundings better.

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”