Pretty Cure Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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Serena lets out a soft laugh, the kind that comes only after pain has bloomed into joy. I wrap my arm around her, the other resting over our daughter. And in that moment, I know— This is it. Not just the end of waiting, but the beginning of everything. The life I never dared to imagine. The home I never thought I’d find. The cure I never knew I needed. And the love that rewrote everything. **THE END**

I'm sure it left an imprint. “How dare you stare into the eyes of your future Luna while you speak? You uncouth bitch!” I finally realized who it was. The lady who thinks she can soften the Alpha's heart. Well news flash, you're about to have a competitor who isn't scared of death. I rubbed my sore cheek and kept my eyes glued to the ground . “I..I'm sorry Luna.”I choked out. “Ohh, you must be the whore Kieran purchased. Let me tell you something swine, your days here are numbered!”

Serenity, Cure? The word successfully made me laugh. I was in the lowest position in society, barely scraping by while fighting against the illness that had been gradually killing me. Every single day felt like surviving instead of living. And here, he was, a Lycan Prince, someone standing at the very top of society, telling me that I was his cure? " Wow!" I laughed at myself, shaking my head in disbelief, " It sounds like a cliché movie scene. Am I the pathetic main character who suddenly needs a knight? A cure for the Lycan Prince? Is it a joke?"

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

But no one knew that within those glimmering lights and facade of the outer, lived a troubled alpha, Cyrus Rhaziel. Just like the castle's name the young alpha was also dying, gradually, painfully and slowly alpha Cyrus was drifting towards death. Within those four walls of luxury it would not have been a surprise if his death would be labelled as 'beautiful death,' waiting for his bride as per the prophecy, only Cyrus' mate could save him. Luna's touch, her kiss, and the shared intimacy with her was Cyrus’ only cure. But what if the alpha’s mate is an unexpected one? Will it be a poison for him? What if Danielle refused to cure him? Will the alpha die? Or some twisted fate will occur?

I sat cross-legged on the floor, brushing Lilly’s silky fur as Jenna munched on a muffin beside me. “I can’t believe it!” She said with a dramatic gasp between bites, her eyes wide with mock shock. “You should have seen Alpha Vincenzo running out of his room. Shirt wide open, displaying his sexy eight packs abs, his round ass in black shorts. I thought the mansion was on fire.” I rolled my eyes at her. “That’s dramatic, even for you.” “Please!” She spoke, waving her hand. “I heard loud screams from your room. And what does he do? Alpha mode activated! That half-naked knight went into your room and then ... silence. Like two yearning souls who found each other after a long time ...”

Isadore fills me in on everything, then says, "I tried to read it, but I don't have the strength or capacity to understand it. Will you explain it to me?" It's a journal filled with Eve's fervent love for Zee. It's erotic and descriptive until she lies about Jude. The other journal is filled with spells and hexes. Then, she starts writing to Julius and Jude. I tell Isadore, "This is demonic." "Julius said it's the only way to help Jude." "This page is titled Jude's Cure. Is he sick?" Hesitant, Isadore answers, "He's sick like Zee was. He's a werewolf."