Novel & Cerita Renfield Fanfiction

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.

" 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...

My chest tightened, we were out of time. Renwick stormed into our dorm, his grizzled face stern, another professor trailing him. “Virex, Rhen, step aside,” he barked, ripping open drawers. My heart pounded as he moved to Val’s bed, lifting the mattress. A single vial rolled out, glinting in the light. The room went still, the air thick with dread. “What’s this?” Renwick said, holding it up, his eyes narrowing at Val. He froze, his breath hitching, and I saw his mind racing, searching for an excuse. My wolf surged, urging me to act, and I stepped forward, my voice steady despite the storm inside.

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.

Arnold silently made a note to reward Rustom’s sister later. Because whatever Rejin was doing… it was helping. Irene looked healthier now too. Stronger. More balanced. Her connection with her beast had deepened noticeably. Exactly how it should for a proper shifter. Arnold started walking toward her without even realizing it at first. The second Rejin and Lena noticed, both immediately started teasing Irene loudly. Irene’s cheeks turned bright red almost instantly. And watching her try, and fail, not to look flustered somehow improved Arnold’s mood far more than it should have.

CYRIL’S POV Raine turned the moment I stepped away, the sound of her breath uneven, her body trembling against the desk. The instant my eyes locked with hers, I knew I had unleashed a monster. The frustration was gone from her eyes, and replaced with feral hunger. Before I could react, her fingers reached out and trailed down my chest with obvious dark intent. My muscles tensed at the contact, my body betrayed me as more blood raced to my groin. Her hand grazed the hem of my shirt and a shiver coursed through my skin in excitement.

I waste no time in leaving the road through the sidewalk, and the moment his eyes meet with mine and I see the panic in them, I know I’m right. Before he can push himself off the balcony and probably play dumb or dead, I speak, climbing up the four steps. “Tell me, Randolph,” I begin, and I wait, a torturous move which tells in the way his barely five foot frame shifts uncomfortably when I close the space between us and palm his left shoulder. “When did you develop this kind of fantasy or kink about Sireen?” “Trevor,” he calls weakly, because his voice betrays him even before he speaks. Pale forehead mists over with sweat, but at least he manages to go on. “I don’t know what you’re talking a

Even unconscious and bleeding out, he radiated a raw, untamed power that made the very air in the room feel heavy and charged with static electricity. Scarlett’s breath hitched in her throat. This wasn't just any man. This was him. The memories of a life that wasn't hers slammed into her mind like a high-speed train, bringing with them a wave of physical nausea. She wasn't Scarlett the occultist anymore. She was now Scarlett Thorne, the pampered, arrogant villainess of the dark romance novel Crimson Moon. And the man currently dying in her bathtub? That was Caleb Blackwood, the legendary Lycan King of the North.

Laughing at her pseudonym too. "Okay Cindy, now can you repeat what you said earlier?" asked Rendi while frowning. He felt a strange urge on him but he quickly shook his head to come to his senses and looked at Cindy carefully. "Which one?" asked Mira as she closed her eyes. She felt a strange urge starting to affect her whole body as well as her mind. Suddenly she wanted Peter so badly right now! She writhed and rubbed her limbs against Peter. Before Rendi could say anything else, Cindy had already pulled him in and kissed him passionately.

“I can smell you Mayra…and you smell fucking delicious” I feel myself getting wet, which makes blood rush to my cheeks. “You two know that there are empty rooms you can use. If you’re are going to fuck each other better do it in one of those. The last thing I want is for Colton to see the both of tearing each other’s clothes and doing at it like wild animals near the steps” I gasp, hearing Ren’s smug voice behind us. We both turn to face her and find her standing near the door of the pack house. Her arms folded over her bump, eyes shining with mischief and a smug smile on her lips.