Project Wingman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The last filthy offering before I torch this whole game to ash. I mean, I've been crushing on Victor since highschool, I should be happy that I am going to marry him, despite the fact that it's a contract marriage. I've been hoping for the both of us to get together and now that the prayer has been answered, I've lost my taste in him and it's all because of a hot stranger named Shadowking. Then the phone lights up. ‘Perfect ruin. Your melodious screams always fix every broken thing in me. But we're not done.’

Then the winged creature flapped once and lifted, dragging him with it. Panic surged through the link. “Don’t let them take you!” Marlow snarled. “Stay grounded!” My father’s voice cracked like thunder again. Hold the line! If one gets grabbed, you tear it down, together! I turned sharply and sprinted toward the dragged warrior. My paws pounded earth, and the world narrowed to that winged wolf hauling one of ours like prey. I launched upward, jaws snapping at its trailing leg. My teeth met flesh and, thank the Moon, no scales. The winged wolf shrieked and kicked, claws slashing my muzzle. Pain flared, hot and sharp, but I held. Charles hit it from the other side, clamping down on its wing jo

I have no power to make her decisions. "Speaking of which.....I don't like boys close to my properties," I spoke. He frowned. "Your properties?" He asked. "Willow......get your boy to keep five centimeters away from her," I warned. "Are you starting to have feelings for Miss Fletcher?" He mocked. "Fuck you," I replied. "Sorry, I'm an alpha not an omega," he smirked. "And don't worry about Wayne. He can't even fantasize about a girl, but I'll make sure he knows who he belongs to," I mumbled.

“If you’d actually read the proposal instead of just the titles, you’d understand the point of each design. The wing isn’t meant to be pornographic; it’s sensual, refined, built on women’s power. Their control. Their gaze. And I do not appreciate your tone, sir." “So you’re saying women pay to watch men crawl?” “If that’s what they want, yes.” I retorted, loosing my restraint now. He was hell bent on pushing it anyway, better we get there soonest. His lips twitched as he stared at me for a bit. “You’re more dangerous than I remember, Alina.” “And you’re exactly as irritating as I remember.” The words were out before I could reel them back. His brows rose, my nails digging into my palm. And f

Because no matter how angry I was, no matter how jealous I felt watching those wolves whistle and grin at her, ​​I wanted nothing more than to march across the parking lot, grab her hand, and pull her away from every set of eyes that wasn’t mine. The screech of tires tore my attention from the fan shoving a notebook in my face. Heads turned in unison as a sleek, black Lamborghini rolled right past the queue and into the center of the parking lot. The roar of its engine silenced the chatter around me for a moment. My stomach dropped, then immediately tightened in anger. I knew that car. Luke Whitmore. Future Beta of Moonveil. Son of their current Beta. Quarterback of the Veil Claws. And a coc

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.

He wrapped one arm around my waist and I locked my fingers behind his neck. “Hold on.” We sored through the sky, my hair blinded me through most of the flight, but flying was an experience I would never forget. Especially when it was in the arms of the man I loved. When it was over we landed in another murky lane. Daylen winced as he settled. “Are you okay?” I asked. Daylen nodded, but the pain of pulling of wings back inside. “I’ll be fine.” I wrapped my arms around his naked chest. His shirt had been destroyed after pulling his wings out.

the birdman said angrily, secretly feeling that perhaps William's words were true. The birdman and the other gray wolf had little contact, and they weren't even considered friends. But when he was a child, the birdman dreamed of being a good flying bird. Once, he was practicing in the winter and fell into a lake, almost freezing to death. At that time, a very young gray wolf passed by, picked up the birdman with his hand, and casually threw him aside on the snow.

she had whispered against his skin, her sapphire eyes wide with a terrifying foresight, “don’t come for me as a Shark. Come for me as the man who loved me in the snow. The Shark will just be another contract to them. But the man... they won’t know what to do with him.” He gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned. He had failed her. He had let the Shark take the lead in the Highlands, and he had let her sacrifice herself in the driveway. The Betrayal wasn't just his lie; it was his inability to be enough for her without his power. He looked at the passenger seat. Jian sat there, hooked up to a portable battery pack that kept his damaged neural implants stable. They were two brok

' His words echoed in her mind, stirring the familiar ache of divided loyalties. She typed furiously, weaving rhetoric about diplomatic restraint, economic sanctions over military might, painting Vardo's stance as reckless brinkmanship that could ignite regional fires. But each sentence felt like a betrayal. Vardo's body on that jet—his tongue claiming her, fingers stretching her ass—still haunted her, It reminded her of the hold he had. Yet Vince's hand on hers, the what-ifs of gentleness, pulled at her heart. Torn between brothers, one offering power's edge, the other a president's quiet strength. Her pussy clenched involuntarily at the memory of Vardo's dominance, even as she envisioned V