Ratchet And Clank Fanfic Novels & Stories

“They will never know we’re coming.” “Fuck, I need another round with that maid,” Rikkard said as he adjusted his pants uncomfortably. “We will be there soon enough, you’ll find the release you need with Izzy,” Cliff commented again. He was remembering the feel of Izzy under him and his breath hitched slightly in anticipation. He could hardly wait to get her under him again. Or maybe he would have her on top of him while another took her from behind. They would enjoy her, nonetheless. The draw he felt for her was intense, almost as strong as the draw he felt for his mate.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Rick's Bedroom, The Clark Residence, Klimt RD, Fallon Creek, Michigan. An angry expression filed across the handsome face of one Rick Channon as he rather unceremoniously set about fisting his nearly freakish and highly aroused cock in the wake of his trip down memory lane following his morning awakening. He lingered in bed, amid tossed about sheets and pillows as he pulled and tugged along his cock via a very angry hand with visions of Casey Peterson riding him and the series of moans that filled his ears as a result of it. Rick had not known why he'd been expressly interested in the likes of Casey, given that he was clea

Clara’s POV The dawn of our new world was not the fiery birth I had always imagined. It was gentler, a glow that spread slowly across the horizon, chasing away the remnants of darkness. I watched it with a strange ache in my chest—a longing for peace, but also a fear that peace was never meant for people like me.Beside me, Ryker stood watchful, his shadow blending with the ground beneath us as if it belonged there. His eyes, always so fierce, were softer now, searching the sky for threats that might not come.I reached for his hand, lacing my fingers with his. His warmth grounded me. “Do you ever think,” I whispered, “that maybe we were always meant to be here?”He turned to me, his gaze a que

I stopped dead as Rake rushed forward, his expression dark, and eyes glinting like blades, and looking… so frightening. It took a second for me to recognize that light in him. I’d never seen it before. Lust. “Finally,” he growled. “I finally got you away from that fucker.” Then he rushed forward and kissed me roughly, forcing me to stumble back, slapping at his hands that were clawing down my body. ***** The soundtrack for the following chapter is “Some Bridges are Better Off Burning” by Saint Chaos.

“Sometimes.” Ragnar tilted her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You’re allowed to want more.” Her throat tightened, but she nodded, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I want you,” she whispered. “You have me,” he promised, pulling her close. They fell asleep like that, wrapped around each other, the bond between them a warm, protective shield. They woke to screaming. Raven was on her feet before she was fully awake, her claws out, eyes glowing as she scanned the room. Ragnar was already pulling on his boots, grabbing the blade from beside the bed.

Rachel didn't like the way she is being projected here. "Not deserving to be loved?" Alex mumbled in his low voice. Clara didn't even look at his side as she was spitting fire at Rachel. "I just wish not even my enemy to have such people in their lives" Clara snapped at them and left the place. Rachel was once a close friend of Clara. But as time passes, Clara realized how she was used by Rachel for her assignments and all. And about Alex, he was not there when she needed him the most. "Careful, Clara" Jason supported her when she slipped. She checked her ankle and sighed when saw red marks around her anklet.

**Clair's POV** # A Month Later My sex life with Cannon only got better. I can't even begin to describe just how loving Cannon had proven to be. If I ever were to be told that things would actually turn out this way for me, I never would have believed it. I mean, how did I fall this deeply?

“That you’re falling in love with her.” Silence. Then she turned on her heel and walked out. And just like that, she left my room. As the door closed behind Claire, silence returned. But not peace. I leaned back against the wall, jaw clenched, eyes fixed on nothing. Love? Hell no. I loved the banter, sure. The way Raven stood up to me like I wasn’t a threat, like I was just another man trying to figure her out. I liked how unpredictable she was, how her eyes always carried fire, how she never backed down.

I gasped with pleasure as my fingers danced on my clit. “You like that, don’t you?” Jake’s voice dripped with lust as he glanced at me pleasuring myself. My heart raced as I felt him slide his hand under my dress, his fingers joining mine in rubbing my swollen clit. The sensation was overwhelming. I let out a moan as he began to work his fingers between my legs. “You’re so wet for me,” Jake growled as he entered two of his fingers, he groaned, his hooded eyes on the road while one hand controlled the wheel.

"You really want to get your expensive heels dirty on your first night?" "For you? I’d walk through fire," she hissed. She pressed the blade a fraction harder, and I felt a thin line of heat where the metal broke the skin. "You think you’re so clever. You think because you have history with Brock, you have a leash on him. But fated mates don't share, Raya. And I don't keep trash in my garden." "I'm not his mate, Claire. I'm an Omega. You've already won," I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "Why do you care so much about me?"