Minecraft Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

"Ronan, please cease this persistent stalking. The exact second your boots abandoned my line at the sacred altar of the Silverfang Chamber, our alignment was permanently shattered. We can never share the same path again." Ronan’s eyes well up with hot, alpha moisture. Suppressing the overwhelming bitterness rotting his core, his jaw sets into a stubborn, aggressive line as he forces his final decree through his teeth. "Our bloodlines can be welded back together, Chika. My beast will force your heart to fall in love with my command once more."

He slammed the door and left. After that, he only grew bolder with Crystal while I drank the entire bottle of wine alone, as I threw both the lingerie and the wine into the trash. Now, this man who claimed he hated my advances was tangled up with Crystal in his office. Crystal jumped off the desk, shrugged on her coat, and flashed a proud, mocking smile. “Shouldn’t you still be at the church with that lunatic? Hehe… you really can’t stay away from Mr. Boyd, can you?”**

I replied, the smile I gave him sharpened at the edges. He chuckled, slow and easy, like he didn’t see the poison under the lace. His breath reeked of top-shelf whiskey, and I wondered if he was half-drunk or just naturally reckless. The MC chaplain, tatted from collar to wrist with eyes that seemed to have witnessed hell, stepped forward. He started reciting the vows, but the words all blurred into background noise. My eyes swept the crowd. Crimson Fangs on the left. Iron Revenants on the right. Leather cuts. Hard stares. No one trusted anyone.

My writing schedule won't be as it was for Between Mafia Lines 1 since I have other books I'm working on currently, so I'm going to try my best to ensure that I drop at least a chapter everyday starting from December 1st, 2024. Again, thank you for making it to this point and thanks for supporting me. This book made it to the top 3 best mafia book. I'm really hoping you can make us grow higher and get us to greater heights. Please pay attention to the point of view in the first two chapters as the names are REALLY similar, but different. XOXO Heppie Leo †††††Jasmine’s Revenge: 001††††† Jasmine Winter's Point Of View:

Damien chuckled, "you shouldn't blame them. I think they're just a bit confused since they never expected you to have a mate." I shook my head in disbelief. Is it possible to hate someone like this even when they've done nothing to you? It's actually weird they're acting this way. But I somehow feel satisfied. They were with me when I got rejected by my crush two years ago I never recovered from that and I don't think I'll be able to do it. My supposed best male friend rejected me for saying I liked him, he said I was wolfless in front of everyone which I denied. He left since then and I never saw him again. I was so heartbroken that I almost lost my sanity. No one probably thought I'd be ab

Big brother? I glared at the idiot that ruined my perfect image fucking Mia. He literally smacked reality in my face. Mia and I weren't blood related but us being together would be a scandal I wouldn't want to create in her life. Or shatter her parents trust in me. I may not be too fond of them but they did provide a roof over my head even though they could've easily gotten out of the situation my mom got them into. "Shut it," I glared at him. His eyes grew wide and his hands lift quickly into surrender. I used to be jealous of the guy when he was always so close to Mia, until Brian mentioned he was gay.

Keya P.O.V At home Manny teaches me how to ride his face! I came twice. While I'm recovering. He leaves, mumbling, "I'll be back in a minute Mami." I'm laying in bed chillaxing. When suddenly I hear something that sounds like bones breaking! I freak the fuck out! O.M.F.G! Did..(⊙_⊙;)😨 Manny go and kill someone!? Holy shit, he's a fucking murderer!? I knew he was too good to be true! Fuck! I put on his tanktop and my undies. About to get the hell outta here, until.. I walk past the open patio doors and see.. Furry ears?? WTF!?

They are wide, shadowed with the sleepless hours I spent imagining Dante’s hand on my sister’s shoulder. The drive to work is silent. Max’s eyes are constantly on the rearview mirror, his hand never far from the center console where I suspect he keeps a sidearm. My mind is a frantic loop. Finance major, Dean's list, mafia thugs. Every time I close my eyes, I hear Dante’s mocking whistle. I can’t tell Cade. If I do, the fragile safety I’ve built for Michelle and my dad will vanish in a hail of gunfire. But the weight is too much to carry alone.

And the ecstasy of multiple orgasms. The condom forgotten, Dante pulled out at the last moment, leaving her feeling just a little cheated. But he more than made up for it with his lingering kisses and wandering fingers. If it hadn't been for the cool air-conditioning blowing against their wet skin, she could have stayed there most of the night. But she began to shiver hard enough that Dante felt it move through her body into his.

Then I grabbed the Ducati keys from the hall table so hard they cut into my palm. I headed toward the elevator with murder in my bloodstream and fire in my lungs. Richard had tried to kill her. Aaron had hidden her from me. But both of them had forgotten one critical thing. One fatal thing. I wasn’t a corporate prince. I wasn’t a politician. I wasn’t civilized. I was a Reaper. And Reapers did not let go of what belonged to them.