Renee Rapp Fanfic Novels & Stories

" Yeah. He's... He's Noah " " Hmmm... Your mum has always got eyes for good-looking guys. " Yeah, right. That's why I'm always envious of her. She's always taking the most handsome and hot guys in the world. Guys who are five to seven years younger than her. Sadly, she and dad broke off a long time ago. Two years after I was born. A little introduction here. I'm Renee and I'm eighteen years old. I'm a senior in high school and I'm so nasty too. With my angelic face and calm features, one wouldn't believe that easily until they try getting closer to me. You're gonna find out more about me soon enough.

The pain, the sacrifices—they were my penance for hurting her. Irene throws her hands up in exasperation. "Then what do you plan to do? Beg her to come back?" The corner of my lips lift in a smirk. “That’s a good idea. Rena has gotten quite sexy these days. I won’t mind being on my knees before her. Maybe I’ll call her ‘Master’ and become her slave.” I joke. The bridge of her nose pinches in disgust. “You are a horny bastard.” She comments and crosses her arms while sitting on the armrest of an empty square couch beside mine.

I squeeze my eyes shut and slam on the desk. This can’t go on. I thought time away from Renee would prove to be good. I thought with her out of my sight she would be out of my mind, but the opposite seems to be happening. Every day I fight the urge to go and look for her. I don’t because I didn’t do that for Annie, my own fated mate so why would I do it for someone else? When I think of me and chasing after Renee, it’s like I’m able to give myself a second chance with Annie. But Annie is dead and chasing after Renee isn’t going to bring her back. Besides, Renee has already made her choice. She is with Jasper.

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.

“Jennie” Damon whispered,like he was dragging the words out of his throat. “You need to leave.” I said,pressing myself against the cold wall.” Leave before you do something you’ll regret later. Before you get me in more trouble.” Darian stepped forward.” We can’t leave: you feel it too,don’t you?” “I feel nothing for traitors who keep ruining my life.”I spat,but my wolf betrayed me with a soft whimper. Damon was on me in seconds,not touching yet. Just close enough that I feel the heat rolling off him."You're our mate,jennie.Not her."

It's so cold, it's so cold Why did you have to leave me alone? Amanda's body shivered as the melancholy, squiggly sounds from the song played. The space darkened in her eyes. Amanda fainted and fell into a dreamy sleep. She saw a beautiful girl, with long hair reaching down to her waist, wearing a white wedding dress, but stained with red blood. The girl with a pale face looked at Amanda. He didn't say anything, just watched silently, then turned and walked away. Amanda is quite curious and also has some invisible force of gravity that makes her follow. She led her into the karaoke room, the door opening automatically without pushing.

Rather, I pen then down in my pink journal and create sexual fantasies that would forever remain between those pages. Now that our parents were dating and all, Nathan and I would never happen. It wasn't as if I had a shot before as the dude barely knew u existed until now. But, if our parents decide to take things further we would be step-siblings at the very most and it would be wrong to harbour such feelings for one's 'sibling' even though we weren't technically related by blood. Hearing staggering footsteps climbing up the front porch, I tried to not get so excited about Nathan's arrival.

She tossed it onto the bed next to my head. "You're mine, Finn Dalton. No matter who or what you become - a cripple, a monster, or a liar - I love you anyway. Even your most beloved Rhea cannot do that." I didn't answer. It was stupid to do so. THE GALA: 8:00 PM RHEA'S POV

Five years ago, I disappeared without a trace, leaving my mate Alpha Rene Beck to believe I was dead. Now I've been found. And Rene isn't the young man I left behind anymore. He's stronger. Colder. Crueler. More dangerous. The kind of Alpha who can command a room with a single look, and make my body remember exactly what it felt like to belong to him. But for him now, I am just his runaway mate who shattered him and vanished without explanation. And he is just the Alpha who calls my 4 years old boy a bastard, who has no idea he's looking at his own flesh and blood. He drags us back to his pack and informs me that in four months he's marrying my half-sister, the woman who helped ruin my

WREN I wiped my eyes one final time, checked my reflection in the bathroom mirror and made a decision. I was done crying over Ronan Darknight tonight. He wanted to call me a pretty young thing? Fine. I’ll be the prettiest, youngest thing in this entire party. I’ll dance and laugh and have the time of my life while he stood on the sidelines remembering exactly what he was throwing away. “Fix my makeup” I told Camille. “What?” She blinked in confusion