Psych Fanfic Novels & Stories

Ours can't be too shabby either. "You're a sergeant, after all. Let's make the wedding glorious, too." As he stroked her hair, his eyes suddenly turned cold. "You seem to enjoy comparing yourself to Carla, don't you?" She toyed with her braids and replied, "That's only because I like you…. Damian, my dad may not be a colonel, but my heart is truly set on you, unlike Carla. She's fickle. One moment, she's trying to win you over, the next she's getting engaged to the lieutenant colonel's son."

I’d deleted the account ages back. Or hadn’t I? I couldn’t remember. “How the hell–” “Doesn’t matter anyway,” she gave a smug grin, satisfied with the reaction she’d gotten from me. She sat up, the sheets pooling down to her waist, revealing her bare tits which were still flushed from earlier. “I’ve fantasized about it. About you tying me up and hurting me just enough, making me scream your name in tears as you make me come so hard I forget your name.” I stared at her. Twenty one today. Spencer’s little girl and she was already asking for the side of me I’d buried because it was too dark, too risky, way too much to explain to anyone; especially not the daughter of my best friend.

------- Damon POV I was in my room, lying in my bed while looking at the ceiling. I didn't know what to expect tonight but I feel something strange. I couldn't even sleep. Diana's face keeps appearing in my thoughts. Her beautiful smile, soft red lips, flawless skin, long ebony shiny hair and her big hush breast and pluffy butt. " Hmmm!" I whispered softly as I'm running my hands above my zipper. I felt a bulky things inside and it's so hard that I quickly pushed the zipper down it and touched my own hardness while thinking about her. I wanted to ambushed her inside her room but I guess it's not the proper way to please my wife. I want to act good and calm in front of her so that she's going

"How are you doing this?" "I'm a Vampire Siren. I can control others with my mind. It's a mutation of my Lycan and Vampire gene. It's why they refer to me as a Siren. My kind has been known to lure many lovers to their bed without their actual consent." "You're sick! You're all sick!" I shouted in my head, but remained a perfect image with a smile on the outside. "I never sang anyone to bed." "I don't care. What did you mean he already chose a second mate?" My blood was boiling inside me.

Note: Some chapters are not suitable for readers under 18 years old. An explicit scene can be read. [R18] Daniel is the epitome of a badass police officer. Every girl he dated fell head over heels in love with him. His closest friend’s brat sister, who is 12 years younger than him, is the only one who can tame him. But he is not the only man who fantasizes about her. He married her to ensure she was his, and she couldn’t say no. Marriage, however, is not the key that will unlock her heart to him. To win his wife’s affection, he’ll do everything. It’s all or nothing.

Girls will be girls. “I’ve read a lot of books about human behavior Miles. It was all about learning the different gender of a…” “Oh, oh, yeah. We already knew that.” She raises her hands-on air and rolled her eyes. She turns on the music loud inside this car without even my concern and shouted to me her response, “Don’t try me your dirty little psychology tricks. I’m not buying that anymore!” A minute later I harshly stop the car and turn off the radio. “What are you doing!”

The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"

He saw me and he knows I’m here and watching like the world’s biggest creep and I’m about to croak a response… when I see him tilt his head back and gasp. “Fuck, Daphne…” Oh. My. God. He’s fantasizing. About me. Heat instantly blooms deep inside my core. It’s all I can do not to audibly gasp. Pasha’s head tilts forward once more, and the pace of his hand around his cock quickens. I have no idea what he’s imagining us doing. But I’m feeling pretty left out. “Fuck, baby… That’s it…” I don’t know what Fantasy Me is doing to him, but I’m cheering her on. Whatever it is, he’s loving every second of it and I wish I could take notes.