روايات وقصص ضمن Renfield Fanfiction

he stood from the bed and in that split second, Jane subconsciously held back his right hand, causing a kind of tattoo to show on his wrist. “Don’t… leave me,” Jane muttered in her sleep and then let go of Ren’s hand. Ren turned around and walked out of the room and back to his quarters. Ren sat on his mid-sized bed in his quarters, dressed in a white singlet and black long pants. His hair was frizzy and a bit damp as though he had just come out of the shower and vaguely dried his hair. He reached out for his wallet and brought out a short picture that was lodged in one part of the wallet. It was a picture of Jane smiling, and this reminded him of when he first met Jane.

he chided him. Ren ignored his brother and started to walk towards us. Well at least that's what I thought because he just walked past us as if he was looking for something. He turned back and tapped me on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but have you seen a petite looking girl, who acts like a man and talks like a man? She has dirty blonde hair that looks like a birds nest." he said before looking at me and studying my face. "Oh wait! That's you?!" He slapped a hand to his mouth in surprise. I frowned at him and punched his shoulder. Ren and Dan laughed. Damn those hard muscles.

There was no trace of wolf blood within him, which meant my plan would work considering I could get him alone. Ren lifted his glass and held his finger over the top. As he moved it clockwise, the ice and liquor within swirled. The bastard had magic. “Tell me what a pretty little witch such as yourself is doing in my club.” “Oh, you saw that party trick, huh?” I smirked. “Men should learn not to touch what isn’t theirs. Don’t you think?” Ren reached over to snare a lock of my hair. He twirled the strawberry blonde strand around his finger, a dare dancing in his dark eyes. I forced myself not to pull away when every instinct in my body demanded I rip his hand off.

Wrenda pushed away from him, then went to the nearest tree, braced herself against it and said: " For fuck's sake stuff your prick in me and shag me rotten". She needed him. Riven started over to her, crunching over falling sticks from the trees in the woods they were in. He lifted her skirt and could see droplets of her juice glistening in the sun around the beautiful entrance to her fanny which she was pushing out at just the right angle for him to drive home to the hilt.

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.

" He insisted, taunting me further. "I don't," I countered, trying to maintain control. "Sure. Rhys, keep telling yourself that. " He said pushing my buttons. Frustrated, I ordered him to leave, but not before he added one final word. Just make sure you don't lose control and hurt Luna. I'd like to meet her tomorrow ." With a loud bang on the table, I watched him leave, his laugh echoing in the room Damn that Rowen is my beta and best friend but he can also be a pain in my ass. Now I keep having these thoughts of me being in between Mara's legs. With her black hair spread out on the bed and her face flushed in ecstasy as she cries out my na...

Rowena was on her feet now, chest heaving, as she fumbled for the light switch. The stark fluorescent lights blinked to jarring life, and she fixed me with a look of pure revulsion as she dragged the back of her hand across her swollen lips. Her scent dissipated just as quickly as it came. “What the hell was that?” she spat, her words laced with a combination of anger and visceral disgust, although I could still sense the feral want in her eyes. “These... feelings we’re having... they’re sick! Unnatural!”

"And I’ve had enough fun. Don’t come bothering me anymore." Rowena pouted unhappily. "If she can form an alliance bonding with someone else, then she clearly doesn’t love you that much. How can you be sure she’ll come back to you when you return?" Ryan didn’t stop packing. "She only found someone else because she thought I was dead. As long as I show up in front of her, she’ll definitely return to me." Rowena was more obedient and sensible than Jenna, the type who listened to everything he said. However, in Ryan’s mind, a fickle she-wolf like her was only suited to be a lover, never a mate, and certainly never a Luna.

Why has he stopped looking at me? Does he not also feel that I am his mate? Was I wrong about him? I try to use my common sense. Me, mating with a Rogue? My Dad would be horrified. So would Sebastian and the entire pack. It is strictly forbidden. Our love would be strictly forbidden. Plus, maybe he already has a mate. Who wouldn't want to be with this guy….And then I realize. I don't even know his name. "I'm Rachel," I say. He stops studying the woods to look at me. He merely nods.