Pokemon Red Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I did not want you to notice. I just liked seeing you lead. The way you made decisions. It made me feel safe.” He sat beside me. “This changes things. I thought the pull between us started with the scent. But you felt something real long before that.” I nodded. “The binding mixed everything up. But these memories are mine. Pure Soren. No Elio.” Rhydian took my hand in the dream. “Show me more. I want to see all of it.” We stood and kept walking. The forest changed to the pack house yard during a festival. Young me watched from the shadows as Rhydian spoke to the pack.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

A scar curved along his ribs, and I traced it with my finger, wondering at its story. He shivered at my touch, his eyes darkening with desire. "Your turn," he growled, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties. I lifted my hips, allowing him to slide them down my legs. The cool air hit my heated skin, and I fought the urge to cover myself. His gaze raked over me, hungry and appreciative. "Beautiful," he murmured, his hands skimming up my thighs. I reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle. He batted my hands away, making quick work of it himself. His pants and boxers joined the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor.

My mom’s friend, Helen, praised. “No, I’m the devil of my world”. I wanted to retort back but thought better of it. Because my mom would kick me out if I did something to disgrace “the family honor”. Bullshit I must say. “grey, are you there?” I mind linked my wolf. “ here, looking for my mates’ sign” “Oh, you're excited?” I knew the answer but still asked. “Of course I am. Our mate” I giggled out hearing grey’s excited voice in my head. She was wiggling her tail ready to pounce on our mate as soon as we met him.

(CHOICES) “I CAN’T STOP THE TIME AS I COULD NEVER TURN BACK WHAT HAS ALREADY ENDED, BUT ONE THING I AM SURE ABOUT, IN THIS FANTASY YOU WROTE, AND EVEN IF I DON’T EXIST IN YOUR REALITY, I, RYUU WILL FOREVER PROTECT YOU NO MATTER WHAT.”

He chuckled. "My mother loved him a lot, I do not know why he changed," Raiden said sadly. "Power can make anybody change, it's a dangerous element of the supernatural world," I said. "You're right. You know what? Come meet me in the garden later, by 6 pm, I have a surprise for you. We can enjoy our day indoors and catch up on old times before you leave." He said. I nodded happily. Raven is nice, sometimes I wished he was the person that was my mate in the first place and not Raiden. But, the love that I have for Raiden, I do not understand, I can’t seem to fight it.

“Which is why I’m your mate. Now let’s see how much fun we can have while we get down to business creating the foundations for history.” “I guess it should be interesting to see how this will turn out. Though, only time will tell on that.” Raven shifted up onto her tiptoes and kissed her mate as her fingers buried in his hair at the back of his head. FIFTEEN YEARS LATER The Dream Realm is a work in progress and will always be. It’s an ever changing and shifting in one place or another. There’s always something hidden or popping up in some long-forgotten corner. Or was that place there yesterday? Yes, life would never be quiet for anyone.

She flinched after I used the mind-link to communicate with her, but then she smiled and bared her claws while Jordan patted the guy with the porcupine hair as he advances to take up the challenge. -----

This is just a walk on the park for him! "So… about the paddy field. When can I start working with the big guys? I have to earn too, you know. I can't eat fruits forever." Ritian, pulling the sticky fabric from his chest, grumbled in dissatisfaction. The endless walk under the sun parched his throat. His voice came out hoarse and dry. "Wenren, I feel like dying…" It was not surprising to know how weak his constitution was. The situation is just embarrassing now that he's with a handsome guy that he secretly wanted to date.

The way his tongue licked every juice, and for his d*ck made more juice pump out. It was everything I’d dreamed of and more. Every night, I had gone to bed, desiring him. But beneath the euphoria, a nagging thought lingered. Arlene. My best friend. She’d be furious if she finds out. Hell, she might never forgive me. She’d never understand how much I was in love with her dad, and how badly I wanted him. To her, it was betrayal but for me, it was a dream come true. I bit my lip and shook my head. I’ll deal with that later. Right now, all I cared about was how good Jackson made me feel and how deeply I’d fallen for him.