Project Wingman Fanfic Novels & Stories

Zachary glanced at me. Instead of getting mad, he scrutinized me apathetically. Wynnie, who was beside him, suddenly said, "Mr. Lowe, Yas has shown talent as a pilot since she was young. She got her license when she was 18. At 22, she has already outperformed many experienced pilots. She's made it this far through her own efforts." Wynnie's voice was as gentle as her smile in the photo from 20 years ago.

Is she already holding grudges? “Our prince’s phasing party will be held here tomorrow,” she says. “I need this place polished up. Your job is only cleaning, don’t touch anything else, especially not food.” So it wasn’t a lie, Prince Wilson actually phased into an angel!.I wonder if he has white wings like my sister or golden ones like Prince Rowan’s. Why are some people so damn lucky? He has a perfect home that values him enough to throw him a party in his absence while others like me are left wolfless with unloving families.

She worried for a moment that he might not be able to hold her, but he seemed very capable of hold her with one arm while playing her like a fiddle with the other. "Damascus, please," she said between pants. "What do you want, Angel?" he whispered into her ear before nibbling on her ear lobe. "Harder," Amara breathed. Damascus groaned and obliged her as he began to pound into her. Amaras back still firmly placed on the wall let her feel all of him with every thrust.

She's a bold one and wasn't planning to shrink in confidence over this new goal. She will make him her man. *Author note* Hello, beautiful people. Thanks for giving this story a try and hope you will join my discord server, so we can interact and perhaps you could share your opinion on the story so far. Also a community to make friends. Server Link: https://discord.gg/Q7tY3F8

I’d spotted it weeks ago near Topanga and bought it on impulse because it reminded me of him. Tomorrow was our engagement party, the official merging of Woodhills and Stormbane packs under one united front. But tonight could just be ours. “He’s going to lose it,” I murmured, resting my forehead briefly against the steering wheel. Tyler cried at everything. Military reunion videos. Emotional movie scenes. One time he watched wedding vows on YouTube and had to pretend he had allergies afterward. God, I loved that about him. The way his tough Alpha image cracked over little things that mattered.

“The man who left… he thought he was the only strong one. The man who came back… he’s strong enough to be vulnerable. That’s the man I might have chosen to face a threat with.” The acknowledgment, so carefully given, kindled a fragile hope in his chest. It wasn’t forgiveness. It was a possibility. A door cracked open in a wall he thought was sealed forever. “I am yours to command, Aria Vance,” he said, the words a solemn vow. “My strength, my pack, my life. It is yours to use as you see fit. I will not make that choice for you again.”

---Warrick--- I can’t do this. I can’t reject her, my entire body rebels against it and I can’t utter the words. There has to be another way out of this if I could just think through the pain of having my wings hacked from my body. My dad threatens to kill Divina and I can tell he is not bluffing as he presses the gun tightly against her temple. I shut off all my emotions and push Nox down so deep that I can no longer hear his pleas for me to find another way to not takes his mate from him, from us. As I say the words that sever our bond, Divina’s cries nearly do me in. Her desperate pleas and devasted face will haunt me for the rest of my life. As the pain rips through my heart, I double ov

"The man you loved is a ghost in the Citadel’s ruins. But the 'King' he promised he's right there in your arms." "I don't care about kings!" I screamed. "I want my mate!" The woman reached into her coat and pulled out a small, metallic sphere. She pressed a button, and a holographic projection shimmered into the salt spray. It was Rowan. He looked exhausted, his hazel eyes filled with a final, crushing regret.

Alpha Marcus was going to br the Alpha king eventually and I’d be the Alpha queen. Since Vanessa had reappeared in the picture, Dwayne was overjoyed with her presence since he knew I’d hate every fucking moment she was here. After Vanessa had disappeared I’d cut ties with Dwayne and stopped messing around with him, he had nothing to lose and I had everything to lose. He’d not taken the rejection easily but eventually he came around it, ever since he’s been acting as a big jerk. I can slowly feel me and Alpha Marcus drifting slowly apart and desperate times call for desperate measures.

“You should be grateful I brought her back. If I wanted to, I could’ve run away with her. But I didn’t. I brought her back to you.” For a second, their eyes locked…two wolves with different ranks, an alpha and a beta , two men in love with the same woman…both too proud, too wounded, to back down. Aiden gave him one last glare before turning away. He opened his car door, grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket, and pressed it against his split lip. The metallic scent of blood filled the air as he climbed into his car. The engine roared to life, and within seconds, he was gone.