Remington Steele Fanfic Novels & Stories

Ugly and merciless. I hear my own cry again. The one that ripped from me when he forced himself through me. There were others there too. Two of his friends. Ramon Jude. Bash Meades. I remember their names because trauma brands details into your bones. They cheered him on while he took me, like it was entertainment. Like I was entertainment. I can still feel the rough edge of the table digging into my stomach as he bent me over it and shoved himself inside me, hard and brutal and unforgiving.

The metal was cold against my hip, and my body broke out in sweat as goosebumps coated my arms and body. “No,” I breathed. “No, no, please—” His thumb joined the gun. The waistband stretched. The cotton pulled tight against my thighs and the curve of my ass. “Roric.” My father's voice was unrecognisable as he begged. I'd never heard him crack before, and I didn't like it. “Roric, she's my daughter—” “I know.” The gun's barrel moved lower, tracing the line of my hip, and my shorts slid half an inch down my thigh. “Which is why she's the perfect candidate. You owe me. She pays. That's how this works.”

He exclaimed, pinching her nipple that has turned into a hard pebble. Nelson roamed his other hand on her inner thoughts making sure he felt all of her body. He inhaled her smell and left a wet kiss on her throat while Stella shut her eyes together in uneasiness. She was speechless at the moment. She could not decipher if she was happy for seeing her official boyfriend after months or sad that he made her realize she was living in a world created by herself! A world that was a segment from a dead game.

“Take it. Let it fill your cock.” He worked it deeper in short, careful thrusts, watching Ren’s face the entire time. Ren’s eyes were glassy, mouth open, soft whimpers spilling out every time a ridge passed a sensitive spot. When the sound was fully seated, only the small ring at the end remained outside. Precum leaked around the metal.

**Celeste (quiet):** “Because his application screams *I got nothing left to live for.* Like he’s already checked out and this is just paperwork for the coffin.” Remy raises an eyebrow, straightens. **Remy:** “Well then finalize him. Let him in the school and see what happens. Without your final approval, he won’t be accepted into BludHeaven Academy.” Celeste looks up at him—deep crimson eyes meeting gold. They hold the gaze a moment longer, unspoken understanding passing between them—storms and blood, mates bound by war and love. She exhales—long, slow.

I was able to control my anger, more like Seraphina’s anger. “Hey Remi, who’s your new friend?” The red head asked as she hung off of MY mate. “This is Riley RedFang. Riley, this is my brother, Rylen and his girlfriend, Stephanie.” Remi introduced. “RedFang? As in RedFang Defense?” Rylen asked. “The one and only, my dad is the head honcho.” I smirked. “WOW!” Remi said with wide eyes. “A real badass?” She said in awe. I shrugged at her.

“The moment I laid eyes on Alexander, I knew he wasn’t just some grateful survivor. There was power clinging to him. I didn’t know he was a Remington then, but I knew he mattered. And I figured, a favor from a man like that was worth more than gold.” I tilted my head. “And when I found out who he really was the face of Remington Industries?” I gave a soft laugh. “Well, that was just icing on the cake.” Conrad shoved me hard, and I stumbled back, catching myself before I fell, and glared at him with all the fire still roaring inside me. He looked at me like I was something vile, like I was filth he couldn’t wash off, but I didn’t care.

Maddox snapped back, half amused. “Who knows, maybe she will grow to love you.” Steele teased Maddox. “Maybe you need to find your mate and leave me alone.” “Your hand is on hers. I’ve never seen you hold a girl’s hand before.” Maddox’s thumb stroke mine. “I heard that a mate’s touch speeds up healing.” “So you are touching her out of the goodness of your heart?” Steele pushed. “Oh, fuck off.” “That’s what I thought.” Steele sounded smug. “You love her already.”

'And I just messed everything up,' Ste thought. "Jamie, I know things are weird between us, but something has happened, and I need your help," Ste said. "Oh?" Jamie took a seat on his bed and shifted, indicating for Ste to sit beside him. His eyes gleaned with curiosity as he watched Ste cross the room. "Do tell." "Do you remember a guy named Felix Cross?" he asked, getting straight to the point. "Remember him?" Jamie laughed. "I still have weird sexual fantasies about that guy." Ste felt his face crease up and tried to even it out, not wanting Jamie to feel judged by his horrified look.

It was the kind of cock that belonged on a statue, a weapon of pure, unadulterated masculinity. “Now,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, commanding whisper. “Take it out. You know what to do.” I knew what to do. I had written the words myself. I had fantasized about this moment a thousand times. But now that it was here, it was terrifying. This was no longer a game. This was real. Mr. Sterling. My boss. Was standing in front of me, his cock hard and waiting for me. I reached out with a trembling hand and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. He was hot and hard, the skin velvety soft. I could feel the thick vein pulsing on the underside. He let out a low groan, his head falling back sligh