Remington Steele Fanfic Novels & Stories

I was tempted, but I had not forgotten that he belonged to someone else. "I'm sorry." I shook my head. "I already made plans with Steele tonight." Steele was the complete opposite of Raven. He had pale skin, delicate features, and a gentle smile. His physique was just right as well. When I entered the room, he had already prepared everything. He was truly a professional incubus. He had also covered his eyes even though I had not asked him to. I kissed him, and Steele responded like a traveler in the desert, actively reciprocating. I pulled off his blindfold and met his glistening eyes. He looked at me as if I were his deity.

Jax and Lucien’s father. I slow down. I read everything again, more carefully this time, refusing to miss a single detail. But after a while, the words stop feeling like words. They begin to form something else, something that paints a picture I do not want to see. I see a page where they describe Monroe as an Alpha king. And Steele as his best friend. All in Regalis pack, how Steele got jealous of his friend Monroe. I turn to another page, as my heart starts to beat harder.

Celeste tried to speak. “It’s not theirs, it’s Remmington’s. Celeste and Reign are channeling her pain.” Amethyst said, coming up to the circle, as Celeste worked on blocking out Remmie’s pain. At the same time, Cain began to pace and mutter. Before long, his muttering became yelling, screaming and flipping furniture.

VOLUME ONE: RANSOM FROM THE TEXT MESSAGES OF RANSOM THOMPSON & NICK KEPLER N: Can you make it any more obvious? R: Can I make what any more obvious? N: You were checking out Stella hard core today at The Café. R: Yeah? I think maybe she was checking me out too. N: Ummm, negative ghostrider, I know my sister. She wasn't checking you out. R: One day, my friend, one day. I haven't put on twenty pounds of muscle since I started working with Rambo for nothing.

Over the next three days, I relied on the precise schedule provided by the scrolling comments and began my "poaching operation". On Tuesday afternoon, Stacy had arranged to meet her second target—the number one assassin in the entire server of "Galaxy Rim," whose in-game ID was "Shadowfang". I changed into a sleek black, form-fitting outfit and arrived at Velvet Club half an hour early. Shadowfang was a rebellious young man with silver hair, carrying a wild and untamed aura in real life. When he stepped up to the booth and saw my face, the admiration in his eyes gave him away completely, and his pace visibly faltered.

Oscar and Stanley were already at my sides as I spun glaring at Alpha heir Remington, “why are you here, what the hell are you stalking her for?” He stepped up to me, “I’m her true love, her fated mate, we’ve been together since we we’re children, that woman in that room holds my heart and I hers, so whatever the hell you’re thinking old man, forget it, she’s mine.” Achilles lost his shit inside my head, “kill him now, let me out and I’ll do it.”

REMINGTON I always wanted a brother, and prayed for one desperately. But then I met Soren Gregory and I changed my mind. Some prayers should be left unanswered. My fingers trembled around the bouquet of flowers I held on my mother’s behalf as we all smiled into the camera. Fear and panic thrummed in me. I glanced sideways—he wasn’t there. Gone as soon as the picture was taken. I dragged out a loud huff of air, relieved that I could finally be calm for a minute.

I whined and pouted my lips out at Rem. With a sigh, Rem rubbed a hand through his blue hair and looked away from me before mumbling, “you’re like a fangirl trying to ship her favourite characters in a show. Even if they’re never going to get together.” “They’d be cute though!” I retorted. I would not let Rem’s disinterest in matchmaking slow me down.

. I smile despite my embarrassment. “Tonight, myself and the other Alphas of the 8 moons will officially be indoctrinating Alpha Annalise Isabella Remington as the official Alpha Major of the 8 Moons. She has been training her whole life for this moment and I have never been more proud.” He concludes as everyone applauds the sentimental speech. The rest of the dinner went by well. We did our indoctrination blood ceremony where each of the alphas from the 8 Moons stood with me to take an oath and pledge to me. We cut our palms and mixed our blood, snapping the pack links into place one by one. My father was the last and his was especially emotional. He was giving up his total as alpha Major a

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.