Psych Fanfic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My professor was happy to see how things turned out between us, and I gradually fell in love with Flynn. Harry’s affection was passionate and intense. But my connection with Flynn ran deeper despite not having been together for a long time. We seemed to always be able to reach each other’s minds. My career and my personal life were going well. Just as I thought I would live the rest of my life in peace, I unexpectedly met Harry again.

“Is that why on that same night you also spread the word about Diana’s impersonation to the H.I.S. group? You did not mention Diana’s name, but you made it appear to everyone that the reason Alex and Patrice had a relationship was so that Patrice could use Alex to stalk me? Reason for not only the entire class to be angry with Patrice, but our whole batch. You made Patrice look desperate to me and you made her look like an awful friend and a person!” “That’s the truth. She’s stalking you! Diana meant for you to fall for her! Another thing is that it’s Diana’s fault why I did that. She knows I like you, but she still flirts with you! How many times I said to her that are only mine, I love you

My body was sore in the best way, and my mind was spinning. This was no longer just about sex. Damian Blackwood wasn’t just claiming my body. He was claiming *me*. And the most dangerous part was that I was starting to want him to.

The taste of coffee was no longer there in his mouth, and it was replaced with a metallic taste of blood. I still couldn’t open my eyes, and by the wet feeling that I have around my body, I’m guessing that it’s not just Rian’s disgusting saliva. The smell of blood was stronger now, and I was sure that I was covered in blood as he continued his movements. “You know, my love. I have always had multiple fantasies and I’m sure that you are well aware that we are living one of them. Now, I’m sure that you know all the other fantasies, my love. Why don’t we do a few more, Shyne?”

In fact, his cock had already gone completely limp. A sad situation at thirty-one; he was sick of trolling for pussy. Same old, same old. A quick fuck and suck, goodbye, then on to the next town. He was getting old if he’d been fantasizing about fucking the same woman a different way every night, rather than a different woman the same way every night. Yeah, that one woman superstar in his lurid fantasies was none other than Channing Kinkaid. A temptress with her gold-flecked hazel eyes. A nymph with a riot of brown curls tumbling between her shoulder blades.

"After that, you can enter Marvin's life. Play the role of a wingless angel who comes to his rescue. Offer him help for his company or whatever you can do. Make him have no choice but to marry you. Isn’t that what you want?" A satisfied smile spread across Fanny’s lips as she heard Damian's plan. "Turns out you're quite clever, Darling," Fanny said, wrapping her arms around Damian. She planted a kiss on Damian's cheek. "I love you." "Ugh!" Damian smirked. "You only love my body!" "Yes... that's what I meant," Fanny replied, laughing. "More precisely, I love your body and your brilliant mind."

I'm being mated to Derrick, a man I have never met, today. Fanfuckingtastic.

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

He reassured, biting his bottom lip anxiously. “What about Jacob? He seems like a nice young man for Kiara, right? It’s just that I don’t like his little wo…” Damian’s voice trailed off in Luca’s mind as he became preoccupied with thoughts of Kiara. He couldn’t bear the thought of seeing her with another man—touching her, feeling her, being deep inside of her, just the way he did. His grip on his seat tightened as his mind wandered beyond the office conversation. “You didn’t answer, Luca?” Damian spoke up louder, trying to get his attention, “How about Malakai Divenux?”

He was reading my every move. Ignoring his stares, I fixed my gaze on the wall to tell him everything about my dark past which has now become a nightmare for me and I am not able to run away from it no matter how hard I try! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Third Person's POV "It was just a slap, one slap that opened the door of hell for me" Nikki sniffed and Xaphan's body stiffened at her words. Not only her appearance but her past too was reminding him of Elena because it was one slap from Elena that created the whole story.