Project Wingman Fanfic Novelas e Histórias

Nik and Leo are the cutest babies since Ryū was born. And I like Don. He’s a good dude and treats my sister the way she deserves. So I’m not faulting my sister for settling down. It does, however, mean I’ve lost another wingman. I didn’t even get a chance to hit clubs with our cousins Darius, Elijah, and Forrest. They went head over heels in love during our senior year of high school and have been locked down ever since. I guess I just always figured I’d always have Reese.

The man with lemon wings on his back gave the four Humanes of short statue a sideways glanced, who were just looking at him as they exhibited no emotions, “Beating you will show you half Humanes, that you don’t mess with our storylines. And if you do,” he flapped his wings once, “you will be winged,” he said then he scowled at Luna. Luna took a step forward, “The way you talk with your ability. You are not from this kingdom,” Luna said, the three men all laughed,

she waved me off. She moved closer and cupped my ear with her hand like she was about to tell me a big secret. “A lot of girls here have a crush on him,” she said and I immediately felt on edge, the jealous side of me coming into play. “But,” she continued and her smile disappeared. “This is a terrible time for the beta. Yes, the pack lost a great warrior but for him, it was more personal than that. He lost the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It'll take a while for him to be up and running, don't you think?” She asked.

He spits on the ground after cursing me, and what can I expect from a man born into fear and relentless war? "I, Willow Celeste Panchak, resident and captive of the Grim Fang pack, reject you, Elbrus, as my fated mate." I could feel the pain as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, and it only got worse as I forced the words out. Athena was raging, anguished, but she didn't try to force control. She knew we would survive without our mate, we were stronger than any man.

The color drained from his face. "My right hand is healing. I can fly again. I have a new project now. My name will be in DARPA files, on new routes, in new test records. I don't need to return to your command to prove I'm still worth choosing." Something in him seemed to give way. He looked down at the medal in his palm, his voice barely audible. "And us?" "It's over." The music continued through the hall. The projection screen kept replaying the flight path from the demonstration. People murmured, glasses touched softly, and the world moved on.

I don’t know if I was sad and hurt to watch him leave or relieved that we didn’t kiss longer before I lost ALL my reasoning! The man has broken me in every way, and it took nearly dying for me to rebuild myself into someone stronger. Someone fierce. Someone who Hunter should bow to! I turned back to Damen, who was now surrounded by a bunch of she-wolves dancing on him like a stripper pole. I couldn’t help but smile at his apoplectic expression and gestured if he needed rescuing. What’s a wingman good for anyway? He vigorously nodded his head “yes” because the girls were pulling on him, and he was too gentlemanly to stop them. I stepped up to the group and released a little Alpha aura to empo

"Take my name, Justin, as a sign of my refusal. My love lies with someone else. I am Janice Mantle from the Shadow Pack, and I reject you, Beta Justin Silverton." The agony of severing half of our soul's connection wrenched a grimace from his features, mirrored by my own pained expression. His laughter was a hollow sound in the charged air as he drew me back into an unwelcome embrace, "Rejection denied," he defiantly asserted. "You are mine, inextricably and utterly. I will never relinquish you. Now, tell me where, may I find my chambers?" As he turned, his muscles moved visibly beneath his shirt, his smirk mirroring my inner turmoil. In anger, I threw a vase at him; it shattered against the

The air grew hot, the sand beneath my feet turning to glass. ​“Yield, Northman,” one of them said, his voice distorted by his helm. “You are just a man. Your heart cannot take the pressure.” ​I looked up at the cliff, where Winnie stood like a beacon of silver light. I felt her focus sharpen on me, the thread between us tightening until it was a physical cord of heat. ​“I am not just a man,” I said, my voice resonating with the strength of the pack. “I am the husband of the Light.”

"I understand your need to run to her but know this, Wendy had pledged her life to you. She made it known to me and to everyone she met that she would lay down her life for you. Everyone here is fighting for your safety. If you go and you get caught, you risk not just your life but Liam's and Jaxon's. In turn you will have made all of their sacrifices for nothing." "I can't just do nothing." Ever so softly Ava whispered, "Sadly, you must because that is what they need from you." I watched as the rest of the horrifying scene unraveled. With one last swipe of his dagger the man had removed her left wing as he brought himself to climax. He grabbed Wendy by the hair lifting her head to his, caus

She’d run her mouth a little much and we’d both end up in deep shit. “But Winter, come on. Hunky Jackson is having a party at his house. Everyone is going. Everyone. And you can’t say everyone if you’re not going. I need my wingman! Wingwoman. Whatever. I need you. I am going to finally get my claws into Jackson.”