Ratchet X Rivet Fic Novels & Stories

His voice calmed down a bit when he realised by my posture that I was distressed and not pranking him. "No, look Zach, you're going to have a lot of questions and I will try to answer them all but just know that I'm sorry. I have moved on and a lot has changed with me. I know you don't recognise me but I am Raven.” I took a deep breath, I had to get this out now, it was like I had opened a jack-in-the-box and there was no holding it back. “I'm the one who you bullied at school, the one you cheated on with Cassidy, the one whose soul you all but destroyed. Dylan found me on his land after I ran away from here and they took me in. He put me back together and we fell in love. We aren't destined

“I know you loved Drake with your whole heart. I saw how his rejection broke you. But love that burns hot and leaves you bleeding is not the only kind that exists. Victor can give you something steadier. Someone who chooses you deliberately, not just when passion strikes. I want that for you, Raven. I want you to have a love that stays.” Her words landed gently but firmly. They shook the last resistance inside me. I thought of my mother’s throat torn by grief, of Drake’s wings disappearing into the sky, of my own fingers between my legs in service to a man who would destroy me if he learned the truth. Then I thought of Victor’s hazel eyes and the quiet life Aunt Dolores described. “Don't for

Jacob POV I can’t believe that I didn’t lose control right then and there. This is the first time that Raven has ever taken full control like this. Any other time, I was the one who encouraged her to climb on top, but not this time. Goddess, she looks beautiful. I rest my hands on her hips to help her balance, but that is it. She is setting the pace, which she is increasing quickly. I can feel her walls start to flutter around me. I feel my balls tighten, and I know that I will not be able to hold off much longer. But my male pride won’t let me cum before Raven gets her pleasure. I slide a hand between us to find that little bundle of nerves. She must have been even closer than I thought bec

Then he held the door knob to leave, but I knelt down and grabbed his leg to stop him. "Jacob, please. No! Please, please!" With tears streaming down my cheeks. Then a knock on the door was heard. "Jacob, I'll go." It was the woman, the real bitch. "Give me a second. Wait for me," Jacob said, and he looked down on me while I was on the floor, enraged. "Do you want me to state everything clearly in your face for you to stop? Fine!" "No! Don't do this!" "I, Jacob, Alpha of Red River Pack, reject you as my mate." My clamp on his leg immediately loosened as my body instantly grew weak, and he then left me in the bathroom alone.

His teeth had elongated so much that his canines were touching the bottom of his lower lip. The men on either side of me started backing up as well, their eyes wide with fear, as Xavier took a step forward. I swallowed, suddenly feeling the urge to piss myself, as his fingers began to twitch before black nails pierced through his cuticles. On second thought, maybe I would follow that order. "What the fuck are you?" the man to my right said, his voice shaking, and Xavier raised his head, his nostrils flaring. “The man who’s going to make you wish you had picked another woman to fuck with.”

I replied, chuckling and gave him a Hi-Fi. “Riven, on the other hand, has an on and off girlfriend. They sleep with each other and break up! Honestly, she is really weird! I get this negative vibe from her, but the rest two told me to shut my mouth. You know, they were okay at first, but since Riven changed and found out she is not his mate, he is not satisfied with her either”, Caleb whispered. Just when I saw myself enjoying the company of my youngest step brother, I heard Kevin’s voice from the living room.

Chapter One — The Girl Who Burned Bridges The city never slept, not even when the moon was high and full, casting silvery light over the glittering glass towers of Crescent City. Neon signs buzzed. Taxi horns echoed. Humans hurried down sidewalks with coffee in one hand and stress in the other. Somewhere, music thumped from a club basement. And inside a tiny, too-warm coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a vape lounge, Riley Hart was pretending not to exist.

He hissed when the antiseptic touched the wound, and I felt even worse. "Sorry," I murmured. "I'll be more gentle." "It's not your fault." His eyes were on my face, studying me. "Well, technically it is, but I'm not mad about it." "You should be." I applied butterfly bandages carefully. "This whole thing is ridiculous. Two grown men fighting over…" "Over you." He caught my wrist. "Say it. We were fighting over you and I honestly don’t mind doing it again." I pulled my hand away and went back to work. "Your ribs are probably cracked. You should get an x-ray."

“It was him. A bar man never forgets a big spender.” I lunged forward, my fist knotting into his shirt, dragging him across the counter until his breath hitched. My eyes bored into his. “Are you sure?” I growled. He raised his brows in surrender. “Of course I’m sure.” Chris. Here. That night. And with Rachel… The memory of her carrying me out suddenly warped, twisting into something darker, sinister. How was she here with him? How did Rachel cross paths with Chris? I stormed out of the bar before my chest exploded from the pressure.

ELLIOT “Please,” I said hesitantly. It sounded like there was something stuck in my throat so I cleared my throat and tried again, “Please, Asher. Touch me.” That was it. I had finally descended into the depths of madness. I had reached a level of pathetic that there was no going back from. But it was definitely worth it. Asher’s left hand went lower, beyond the band of my sweatpants and I almost moaned when he tugged them down, exposing my dick to the air.