Red Dead Redemption Fanfiction Novels & Stories

TO BE CONTINUED… AUTHOR’S NOTE: This ends the redemption trilogy, but begins the journey of Chloe and Theo! I hope all of you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I know that at times it took some strange turns, but for those of you that stuck it out, I appreciate you all so much! As always, thank you for all your support and feel free to follow any of my socials to get updates on when Chloe and Theo’s stories will begin. I love you all and will see you soon!

It left a bad taste in my mouth but I tried to keep an open mind. The second and again in the third run, all members of Red Fang were the same. They were all lazy, ungrateful, violent werewolves that reminded me more of a bunch of rogues that had banded together to form a pack rather than being an actual pack with societal norms and expectations.

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

he sobbed, voice cracking through his tears. "Of course I don't want to hurt you! You're injured! In pain! I can't hurt you!" Emmet cried back, his own eyes glistening. "You're Sýnnefan! You hate me!" Red choked out, pulling away and curling into himself. Emmet reached out, but stopped, as he saw Red_Two pulling away further, tightening the blankets over himself into a cocoon and hiding himself away from the world.

Her heartbreak and love for her daughter had almost, for the first time in his life, made him sorry for what he had done. He’d miss her. Miss her showing up at the station with determination and miss the way she had confided in his wife. Winnie would cry her eyes out when she learned. She’d beg him to throw himself even harder into Aleta’s murder, and he would do that gladly, making sure everything was perfectly covered up. So yes, he’d miss Grim Marie. Just as he missed her Little Dead Red. He reached into his desk drawer and fondled the tiny silver dimple piercings he kept hidden in there. Then he closed the drawer and turned away.

He slammed once, then twice into me, and I came undone while moaning out his name in a mumble. "Fuck." He clenched his jaw and tilted his head up before unloading his cum deep in me. He sighed and looked down at me, sweat dripping from his forehead. He placed a kiss on my cheek, then my lips, and smiled. "I love you, Amanda." I placed a hand on his cheek and smiled back. "I love you, Jack." He smiled, his length growing back inside me, and he turned us over with my legs straddling his hips. "Why don't you ride me now, Red?"

“Psst! Enough. You’re making me embarrassed. I’m just curious about it, okay? It’s popular, so I bought it. But I didn’t know it had so many bed scenes. If I had known, I wouldn’t have bought it.” “You don’t need to explain. It’s normal,” Katleya said, still chuckling. “No, it’s not. But since I’ve already started it, I might as well finish it,” Red said, clearly lying. The truth was, it was one of his favorite books. Beyond its genre, it offered lessons on the strength of friendship. “What book in the series are you on?” Katleya asked. “Six. Miguel Montevista,” Red replied, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

Alpha King Dantes smiled thriftily while motioning to his Gamma to take the seat in front of him. “Gamma Reden, I would like you to know first a very important thing about Wynaly,” Alpha King Dantes’ introduction, which totally caught the full interest of Gamma Reden. “I will be silently listening to you, my Alpha King,” Gamma Reden bowed his head and focus his attention on everything that has been being laid down to him by Alpha King Dantes about his mate, Wynaly. When the Alpha King finished talking, Gamma Reden’s expression was full of heart and in complete gloom. He felt so much pity for his mate that he wanted to run to her and enclose her in his arms while telling her that everything w

"My enemies will strike if word gets out about her death. The RedFang pack Delta Tribe are ruthless!" What!? The RedFang they're talking about weren't Dad's enemy but his. "So shut the fuck up and let me ponder in peace!" That word was final, and he left the room. But as I was about to move after him to see what he did next, Freya's action took me off guard. "Eden Dynera you're so shallow-brained," She laughed, tapping on her phone. "Little did you know that the Delta King of RedFang pack is my ex-boyfriend."

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.