Mj Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Dante put his hand over the top of her’s and squeezed it to reassure her. “I kept having this nightmare Dante,” Mj’s voice was barely above a whisper, “I was inside myself but I had no control over my body, I was standing in the arena and Azreal was talking to me but I couldn't hear him,” tears began to roll down her face and Dante tried to wipe them away but Mj jerked away from him and tried to stand up. Making herself instantly dizzy and falling back down into a seated position on the bed, she took a few more ragged breaths and continued “I looked down at myself and I looked, I don't know, strange my hands were claws and I had-” the words caught in her throat and Mj burst into tears agai

The pain and darkness of the past had completely dissolved. Golden spring sunlight streamed through the window and warmed my skin. The tiramisu Conrad had just brought rested on the coffee table, sweet and tempting. On my phone was the medical report sent by the nurses. “The results came in, Conrad. There’s something I need to tell you.” “Go on.” “Um… don’t get too excited.” Conrad immediately walked over, a hint of tension on his face. “No matter what it is, I’ll be here with you.” I held back a laugh and turned the screen toward him.

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“Orlando, what are you doing here?” “Aren’t you pleased to see me?” “I have to wait for Milly.” “Not today, angel, we have business to discuss.” Oh shit I’m dead. “I’m sorry I can’t right now. I have to wait for Milly.” “Daniel has already picked her up.” Of course he has. “Come on angel, time’s wasting and time is money.” “Fine.” I huffed. I can’t believe my best friend ditched me for a boy scrap. He is a man, a mafia man.

I have a handful, rather make that two, perhaps even more, but I have a shitload of lives on my hand that I need to protect. The one that concerns me the most is lying upstairs peacefully sleeping. The little vixen with her short hair that is now very blonde. I must say that I am not a man for blonds, but this little blonde is starting to grow on me. Mason, who has been staring at me, daydreaming for about a minute now, hands me a cup of warm coffee, “It is good to have her back, really back.” “God, Mason, I just hope she stays.”