North And South Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Wrong. Temporary. Because I knew how it ended. It always ended. So I ended it first. Every time. My lips curved slightly, but there was no humor in it. North was different. Not because he loved me. But because he didn’t. My eyes darkened at the thought. He stood there, looked me in the face, and said his heart didn’t even know my name. No. I must break him, not impulsively but with intention, because North standing there with that steady gaze and careless defiance feels less like a person I picked up and more like something unfinished, something that refuses to settle into the place I’ve already decided for him.

Melinda continued, “You’re not that person because she has already returned!” Melinda got even more agitated the more she thought about it. “You won’t be able to guess who that woman is. North, you’re done for!” North’s expression did not change. Calmly, she said, “Did you look for me just to tell me that?” “Of course not!” A vicious light flashed across Melinda’s eyes. “North, Mr. South loved you the most in the past and did not care for me. But he’s given up on you. What makes you think you can compete against me?!”

Hence, everyone's enthusiasm was like a surging ocean! The battle songs of the North and the South also rang out at the scene! “I've heard of Ned Tomlinson of the North. He’s a disciple at the peak of the fourth zone with extraordinary strength. He’ll surely defeat his opponent in seconds!” “Hehe, this year’s North-South Disciple Competition is so boring. Have you heard of Alex Baxter of the South?” “Hehe, I think a loser like that is just a casual disciple. The South has already gotten to this point. They got a casual disciple to make up the numbers.”