Psych Fanfic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I rip the Black Amex from my purse, snapping a picture. Me: Each text is another swipe. Damien: You wouldn't fucking dare. Me: Try me. Damien: Tell me which club you're at, so I can lean you over that bar and spank you. I bite my lip, not allowing myself to feel anything at the thought of him publicly shaming me, dealing me punishment after punishment. Shaking him from my head, I send another pic, this time using a different angle as I slide the card across the bar.

‘I just wanted to be your friend. Huh! “Are you even listening to me, young man?” “What?” She rolled her eyes disgustingly. “Have you found a girlfriend from your school?” “WHAT THE FUCK?” “HAHAHAHA! Just as I expected! God Lucifer, how come you’re already seventeen and you still can’t find a girlfriend?” “IT’S NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, YOU PSYCHOPATH.” “Hey, I’m not a psychopath! I’m a psychiatrist, you rascal.”

The day finds me curled in bed writing in my diary, and by night I sit at my balcony staring at the stars. My mind wanders to Harper. We loved each other like sisters. At what point did she start making sex tapes with my man? I don’t care about the onlyfans. Hell, I admire the slick bodies of the artists there. But to have my own boyfriend…ex. My nails dig into my wrist, and I stifle a whimper as pain sears through my hand. I need a distraction. Fast. Leaning against the railing, I look down at the sea of humans swarming around, rushing home to their families and lovers while I stand here all alone. How unfair…

“You’re not mad that one of them captioned her repost my future husband?” I froze mid-sentence, the words catching like a hiccup. “She wrote what?” Piper grinned wickedly, wiggling her phone in front of me again. “Want to see?” “No.” I slapped the phone out of view. “I said don’t show me anything else about him.” Piper gave me that very sinister judgemental look. “You’re enjoying this,” I accused. “Of course I am.” Piper stretched out luxuriously, scrolling again. “I live for drama that isn’t mine. And this is golden. Lucas Bristo drowning in fangirls while Hannah Black sits here pretending she doesn’t care.”

I feel like I’m back on the Ether – as if my altered consciousness is bending reality to ensnare my senses. “I’m fantasizing about how you’re going to kill Damon.” I confess, breathing in his wonderful scent as grisly images fill my mind. I share the pictures with Sinclair through our bond, hoping to inspire him. Decapitation, disembowelment, beating him bloody with his own dumb leg… or maybe you could tie him up and sick some rogues on him.

3rd Person POV Paityn is happily working in her little cafe, Mocha Munchies. She felt she was exactly where she wanted to be in life. This was her dream, a dream come true. So why does she feel so empty? Paityn thought reaching her dreams would fill tha emptiness. She refuses to believe it’s because she just needed someone to share it with. Yes, she has Eric, but if Paityn is honest with herself, she’s only wit him so she doesn’t feel so lonely. Yes, she has lyric and Kinsey as well. Her sister and best friends. She loves them, but… yes, there was always a but. She wants to be loved on a level they are not capable of. They can’t satisfy her needs. Which, of course, Eric doesn’t either. She s

Reddit fans stared at the pitch-black screen and listened to the blowing sound, collectively imagining ten thousand words of plot. 【What is there that I, a distinguished VIP member, am not allowed to see?】 【It’s just blow-drying hair. Why can’t we watch that?】 【That blowing sound… it’s exactly like when I watch action movies at home and deliberately turn the TV volume way up.】 【What kind of dirty thoughts are in your head?!】 【I mean, I have a friend who’d like to know.】 【Can someone write fanfiction about this? I want this plot! I need to know what they’re doing behind our backs!】

he spoke with a deep voice. Damian smiled and climbed on the platform, facing him. He put his hands on his waist and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "You're the cutest boyfriend ever, you know that?" Peter nodded his head, “I know, baby. I know,” "I love you," Damian smiled before kissing him intensely and passionately this time, closing the gap and deepening the kiss. "A lot of fans say that our relationship isn't real. I read some comments, and they think all we do is just fanservice," Peter pouted.

I felt like a shy schoolgirl. It had been a couple years since I’d been with a man. Two to be exact. Me and Paul’s relationship ended on a sour note. Namely, he started dating some eighteen-year-old floozy named April. At thirty, I’d already been replaced with a younger model. The bastard. So in a way, I guess Father Michaels was a safe crush. There was no way I could ever have him and no way he could ever hurt me like other men could, or would. No one would know what went through my mind except me and God, and surely God wouldn’t mind if I was only fantasizing, would He?

he begged and I nodded I don't know what he really want to say. He came closer to me and sat on my bed.. "please promise me"he begged again Like seriously!! "OK since you don't trust me let's make a deal, if I get mad you'll slap me back to earth"i said "slap you? "he asked "yeah slap me"i said "hmm, deal"he said "talk already "I yelled This is not me, am really changing all because of Jace. "I would first like to apologize for making you pass through all this headache "he paused