Novel & Cerita Renfield Fanfiction

"what do you get in return, because I don't believe you're so selfless to want to help me. What did they do to you?" I squeezed my hands into fists under the table, trying to control the fury burning through me, "In exchange, the child goes to me. They killed mine, so I will take theirs. Do we have a deal?" Roman eyed me carefully, "What's your deal with the mother?" "Do we have a deal or not?" "Who are you?" He asked instead of responding. "My name is Celestria Randul, that's all you need to know for now," I told him, my voice hard.

I didn’t get enough time to stop the loud moan that escaped my lips and Raphael flicked my clit with his tongue before pulling back. “You need to be quieter than that, Ren baby.” He said his eyes glinting with need and amusement. He dug his hand into his pocket and brought out the panties that he had tucked inside. “Open your mouth.” He demanded. My eyes widened when I realized what he was going to do and I shook my head. “No way,” I said. He shrugged. “Then we can postpone this till we get home.” He said and I sent him a glare that would have killed him if it were a gun.

And her own fucking needs that neither of these two assholes are willing to fulfil. Even though I’m drunk, I see the look pass between them. It’s one I can’t read, and that’s not something I’m used to. They’re conspiring without words, and it makes me uneasy, nervous… Excited. “I mean it,” Riven continues. “I’ll spank your insolent little ass until you’ve learned your fucking lesson. And don’t think for a fucking second that I won’t.” I lean forward in the seat until my head is on Kennedy’s shoulder. He smells amazing. Like musk and man and rage. He stiffens in his seat as I breathe into his ear.

"She is not impressed by the lack of coffee in the kitchen pantry. You may want to take her out for coffee to make it up to her." I hope my voice is not dripping in as much jealousy as I fear. I like Rhys Redmond—obviously. I wouldn’t have slept with him if I were indifferent—but I didn’t think it was anything beyond sexual attraction. The man doesn’t look nearly as bothered as I am. He grabs me by the waist and pins me against the wall as his hand slides under my skirt. I swat it away. "Behave yourself, Mr. Redmond. I just said your fiancée is here."

Hard. Ren reached out instinctively, his hands gripping her arms to steady her. The moment their skin touched, a jolt shot through him, an electric spark that left him breathless. His wolf growled in approval, and his heart pounded as he looked down at her, truly seeing her face for the first time.

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.

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.

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!”