Outlander Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Either you are a sadist or a monster, I don't care any longer. I just want to be with you all day. I want you to cuddle me, kiss me, and fu…fuck me!” Olivia uttered boldly, emphasizing her last statement. Alden chuckled at her words. He felt the same for her, but did his feelings matter? In the end, she would leave him like his parents and Sarah. He did not bother to reply to her words before leaving the mansion.

She grabbed Lydia’s hand forcefully, putting on a pained expression. "Lydia, I love my fiancé deeply. No matter what you say, I won’t leave him. Even if you have the Arliss family backing you, I won’t give in!" Lydia, confused, tried to pull her hand away, but Odelia’s nails dug into her flesh, causing intense pain. Instinctively, Lydia pushed her. "Ah!" Odelia hit the railing, her face pale. Clutching her stomach, she cried out, "Lydia, you’re so cruel!"

"I'm sorry okay? It hasn't gotten to this." I said nothing as I mounted the stairs with one destination in mind even as she called after me. "Olive?" I called as I slipped into her room, only to see her nursing her bruised cheek. "I'm so sorry about Tasha's behaviour." "I think I should just move out with my daughter. I don't want any trouble." She said, her tone indecipherable. "You don't have to do that Olive," I said after an exhale. "No Xander I really don't want it to seem like I'm trying to cause a rift between you and your fiancee, we can always find ways to ensure you spend time with Arya."

I nod and walk to Olander’s head, sliding my fingers into his hair like he likes, and leaning as close to his ear as I can get. “I’m here, Olander. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I need you and Rahl to fight to come back to me. I’m sorry I never told you I love you, but I do. Azure is fighting hard to get to you, so I need you to fight hard to come back to us. I love you, Olander and if you come back, I’ll happily accept you as my mate. Please. Please, I need you to come back to me. I love you.” I stand and look at him one more time. He looks so pale and his heart rate is very slow, but he’s alive and, hopefully, he’ll stay that way.

Her face turned furious, “It’s that waitress, isn’t it? What does she have I don’t? I’m prettier than she is. I’m a famous model. I’m rich, and a werewolf. She’s just some ugly, poor, human, slut.” Oliver slammed her against the wall, creating an indent. His wolf roaring in angry, Oliver’s eyes glowed, “You fucking ever say that about her again, and I’ll rip out your throat. We’re not getting married, you are not going to be my Luna. You don’t deserve to be the motherly protector of our people.” Oliver released her and walked out. Claire was shaking with both fear and anger, she was surprisingly turned on by that performance Oliver did. That anger he displayed, was much like his father’s. Sh