Novel & Cerita Novel Fanfiction

Plus, I use my phone to write so some letters might get in the way of words they aren't supposed to be. For supporting me by reading my story(ries), I really love you for that. Seriously, I love you genuinely for that. You can please leave a nice review on this book with a good rating if you want to (your reviews make me happy and love you guys more). If you haven't checked my other books out on Goodnovel. You can please do so. Here are their titles: – His Obsession. – Crossed Paths. I'll be starting a new novel titled 'Heart of My Other World' (not totally certain about if it's the next one). It's going to be a fantasy story in a unique way and I hope you'll love it.

Fenrik My mind raced with uneasiness. She lowered my hand to her plumped breast as I caressed them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She moved her mouth from my lips, kissing down my chest, as they landed on my nipples. She sucked on them with deep intensity. “Arrrgghh! Hmmm!” I moaned and groaned, my neck straining as I tried to settle my eyes on the moon ahead of us. “Do you like that, my Lycan?” Maera teased, her voice settling on me like ice on hot iron. “Or do you want me to go lower?”

he suddenly asked. Phoenix almost spilled the alcohol out of his mouth. Daniel chuckled. “I’m too old, boy. I can tell if a man was obsessed with a woman with just one look.” Obsessed? He’s obsessed with that stripper? Not a chance. Nic wanted to laugh. That’s ridiculous. He doesn’t even know that woman! “No, Dad. You’re mistaken. There is no woman. It’s just work, I swear.” He winced. “And now you sounded defensive.” Daniel let out a chuckle.

Dirty. The first touch made me shiver. "Relax," he whispered. I tried to. The first finger slid in carefully. He paused every second to read my face. I moaned softly at the feeling. "This good?" I nodded. He added another, twisting gently. My body tensed, then opened for him. I let my head fall back. "Hope you're okay?" he asked. I nodded, not trusting myself to talk. He finally moved over me again, and I saw it—the hesitation in his eyes, and the hunger beneath it. I reached for him, wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Heya!! This is sadly the end of book one!! Yaay, or…you know, Booo! Lol. Book two will be titled: My last wish, still centred on Vivanna, but this time with more of the heroine, Daisy. It will be out after I catch my breath, and to be honest, I was debating ending book one elsewhere, so I may add a few chapters later, don’t worry, lol not of the flashback; part two of the flashback will come later. The additional chapters will be more of Vivanna in Envia with Kassian. Anyway, I’ll keep thinking about it until I include the chapters.

Kisha didn’t know where she was going, she only knew she couldn’t stay at home. The argument with Corey had ended hours ago, but his words were still circling inside her head. To conquer the world together is a great deal. She wanted to prove him wrong by letting him witness what she had just seen. She had even pretended to believe him. But now, walking alone through the busy streets of Stark City, she realized how deeply those words had reached. The evening crowd moved around her. Cars honked, people laughed, street vendors called out to passing customers and music drifted from an open shop. But Kisha heard none of it clearly. She simply walked, one street became another, then another. She

I purred. This was a new Raven. A confident Raven. I felt powerful. Like nothing could break me. I felt comfortable in my own skin, and even though I had never seduced anybody before, I thought I was doing a damn good job at it. Thank god for the romance novels I used to steal from the trashcan whenever Marissa was finished with them. “It’s not that,” Hade’s voice is strangled. He clutches at his collar, pulling at it, loosening it.

“Treason, Nana. Treason." “It does not matter. We need to find where I belong or what I am.” She goes on again, rambling. I wish I could exchange her for a more understanding wolf. Pushing my hair to the back of my ear, I flip the page of the new book and read through each line. I roll my eyes and scoff. Romance. How can a character’s first interest be about a man? Doesn’t she love coins? Food? Fashion, or even education? Why must it be a man?

I replied without emotion. “What do you remember?” “Just being confused about naked pictures you received from ‘your family friend’.” I said trying to keep my jealousy away. “Then I was dizzy, had some strange dream, and woke up.” “Strange dream?” He questioned raising a brow as he cocked his grin upward. “Not like that perv.” I replied irritated. “What did you dream about?” He said intrigued. “Nothing important. Are you going to talk, or no?” I said frustrated. “Mia and I… have a history. She must be confused with our current situation.” He tried to explain but it was just more vague answers.

I'm not a robber or a thief, I have nothing to fear. I also let this problem, and consider it a normal thing that should be ignored. I started to open the laptop and write a new novel script. I just hope his new novel doesn't take me to his world anymore, like what happened in the past. I write the werewolf genre and about a girl with a fun adventure.