روايات وقصص ضمن Rage Addiction Fanfiction

“That guy will never love you like I do! He will never make you feel on edge like I do! You. Are. Mine! MINE ALONE!” I screamed as he came at me, but never stopped. Tears were flowing from my eyes, and even if I knew it was a dream, the pain was too much for me. I couldn’t focus, and all I could do was scream and try my best to fight back. “I’ll make you suffer and force you to love me, even if I’ll tear your soul apart and take every piece for my own!” Rian said as he bent me and touched me with his rough hands.

" Rage's eyes locked onto mine, and he saw the desire burning within me. He turned to Niklaus, his voice husky with anticipation, "May I?" he asked, still kneeling on one knee, awaiting permission. Niklaus nodded his consent, a small smile playing on his lips. Rage's hands moved with deliberate slowness, untieing the wrap-around skirt that encircled my waist. The fabric fell away, revealing my nakedness beneath. I stood before him, exposed he started licking me, long, slow, and hard. I softly moaned, spreading my legs more for him. His tongue was long like Niklaus's and it felt so good.

“Because you are scared I might actually like the monster? Or because you are scared you might actually feel something for the victim?” That hit the target. Rage flooded my vision. She saw too much. I slammed my body against hers, trapping her. I grabbed the back of her head, twisting my fingers in her hair, pulling her head back until her neck was arched. “I feel nothing.” I whispered, lying to her. “I could take you right now and feel absolutely nothing.” “Liar.” She whispered, staring straight into my soul. “You came because you missed me.” I lowered my head. My lips hovered over hers, close enough to feel her breathe.

♡VIRANICA POV♡ days are passing I'm not feeling any discomfort here they're taking care of me like I'm princess moreover I'm hating myself because I'm letting another guy to touch me but why I'm not able to push him I'm becoming insane with him why I'm liking his company with me what exactly my stupid heart is thinking why he entered into my life to ruin my life like this isn't it enough of my suffering I throwed the bedsheet away and throwed every toy I broken the playstation I'm hell angry I'm angry on my self

Am I right ? Riss eyes widened but she refused to believe it . Rissa-How dare you !Are you on drugs or something. Dylan -Am not and please stop messaging me .You are disturbing me with your pathetic messages . Rissa-Dylan you are hurting me . Dylan -What did I say about not messaging me again . Rissa-Wow !Fantastic ...You know what ...It over .Am breaking up .Am tired of this . Dylan -We were never dating ,virgin girl .

"Maybe I'm just waiting for an important email." Her brow arches. "Right. An 'important email' that makes your pupils dilate and your thighs clench? Yeah, sure, babe. I totally believe you." I shoot her a glare. "You have a sick imagination." "And you have a Rafael addiction," she sing-songs, twirling her pen between her fingers. I open my mouth-probably to lie, probably to tell her to mind her business-but my phone buzzes, and my body betrays me. My breath hitches. My fingers twitch toward it.

I had never wanted so badly to bury myself in someone and possess them for myself, and something told me that the person I was looking for was not Cassandra Connery. "Darling... come back to bed, I can distract you," the blonde woman whispered in my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. With her breasts exposed, she held my face and sealed our lips in an intense kiss. Her tongue sought entry, and I yielded. She slid her hands toward the zipper of my pants. As much as I wanted to feel pleasure, something screamed in my head. "No! She is not our mate; she's just some whore!" Ragnar growled, his voice echoing in my mind. My eyes darkened, and I felt a sharp pain in my head as if I had been struck.

Damien had made a fuss that night. “Why the f**k would you let her go. You’re not the one with the broken nose and a smashed car. It wasn’t your call dude, why would you do that?!” He yelled, alongside other profanities. “Piss off man. If you hadn’t been yelling with that deceitful girlfriend of yours, all these wouldn’t have happened,” Jacob yelled back. “She said she was drunk!”

He paused as though waiting for her to piece the remaining words together. “It seems that... you’ve become my antidote.” Rael looked sincere, but Polly couldn’t help bursting out laughing. “So what, I’m your magical cure?” “Yes.” Polly’s lips fell open. “So what do you mean? We need to stick together 24 hours a day?” Rael cleared an imaginary lump in his throat. “Not exactly. What I’m saying is maybe we need to have sex almost every time in order to keep me sane.” His eyes flicked down to her chest as he dragged the last words out.

The pain that Aria felt was replaced by a feeling of joy afterward. “Argh! I can not stand! How long has it been piling up? I thought having sex with her once would make me relieved, now why is she like a drug that has become my addiction?” Lucas grumbled, while his eyes were all over Aria's body in the photo. Lucas rolled his eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall. He said it was not too late; there should be no obstacle for him. He rushed to call Alex. “I want to go home tonight! Take care of everything!” he said