Reversed Gender Roles Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When I looked back, the mirror reflected only my own terrified, twisted face. "Natalie, come back—" I muttered to the empty apartment, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing. My number had long been blocked by her, and I had no way of knowing her new contact information. "I know I was wrong. I truly know it now. Vivian meant nothing. I was just confused for a moment. Natalie, I can't live without you—" All I got in response was endless silence. I went to find Vivian after learning the truth about what had happened back then. It turned out that she had deliberately set everything up to make me resent Natalie. The girl I once believed needed my protection now appeared utterly repulsive to me.

Different mates had different roles—some hunted, some crafted, some stayed to accompany the female. The original Clar had over twenty beast husbands. And now— She was sewing underwear in front of one of them. Her soul nearly left her body. What am I doing? she thought, as her mind raced. She had always viewed males as tools—expendable, useful for her purposes. But now, the line between function and feeling seemed blurry. She wanted to change, to be different, but was it really that easy? Alex’s steady gaze softened. He seemed to understand more than he let on.

“The signs are clear.” Aira looked at Rovan then, searching his face for something human, something that might tell her this was not what it looked like. For one brief second she thought she saw a crack in the ice. Then it vanished. “The rejection stands,” he said. Aira’s stomach dropped. The law. Rejected females carrying Alpha blood were not allowed to live. Everyone in the courtyard knew it. No one had to say the words. The rule had existed long before her, long before this night, written in old blood and old fear and upheld by men who called it protection.

He could turn a blind eye to his wife’s petty cruelty to an orphaned girl in his household—but he would never tolerate a scandal this big, one that would ruin the entire clan’s reputation forever. “Clean up this mess. You two—get out of here and see a healer!” Tobias roared at the injured guards. Once the servants had all fled the hall, Tobias clutched the ledger in a death grip, and turned to face Eira. He stared at her face, which bore such a striking resemblance to the woman he’d once loved, and a storm of conflicting emotions raged in his chest: guilt, wariness, and above all else, a cold, gnawing panic that he could no longer control her.

he said, just in case the beta sister in front of him had the wrong notion of his sub-gender. “What?!! Really? I thought you were an alpha!” The beta sister was surprised, truly surprised, but she still did her job helping Davi change. When it came to the lower clothing, she pushed Davi inside a makeshift changing cubicle, saying, “Change inside. Omegas, whether male or female, should protect their privacy!” Of course, the beta sister was biased toward omegas since omegas were always bound to be discriminated against and subject to sexual exploitation. Such a dirty world!

I slid my eyes up to meet hers again and opened my mouth to continue but she beat me to it. "I should have known something was definitely up with you. How dare you come here and play this ridiculous prank?!" She looked like she did when she ordered two burgers and a plate of fries only to get one burger and two servings of fries. She looked irritated. I started to shake my head and wave before she was even finished speaking. "I'm not lying. I am Blue. Just… I got stuck in a different body, Ever. You see, their was a siren and she made me agree wa deal—umm…no, before the siren, there was a man who said I was a reborn witch, but he's not really a man, he's a were—" she banged her fist on the t

She giggled pulling a soft snort from me as the dark haired man quirked a brow in amusement, his lips thinning with restraint. He was holding back a smile and that itself felt like an accomplishment to me. "Men are all the same, neonata. They can curse but don't want us to because it makes us sound less feminine." She sassily added. "But I say fuck it and fuck their barbaric rules. They always assume that they'll order us to do something and we'd just comply. Idioti." She scoffed pinching the bridge of her nose in exsparation. "Let's go neonata."

"Yes, baby, I'll quickly get in the washroom, and when I'm out, prepare to be sick of me!" That made us both laugh out really hard. My heart skipped a beat as I gazed at the man before me walk into the washroom. Enid, my Enid, was now a shadow of his former self. Once my rude and distant Alpha, replaced by a loving and devoted partner. He was the tough alpha to the world outside, but to me, he was a sweet and gentle soul.

Sigourney traced circles on Theodore's chest, then, without hesitation, pulled him down onto the bed, positioning herself on top. "After all, we are husband and wife. I told you-fulfilling your duty as my husband isn't too much to ask, is it?" Sigourney blinked provocatively. At this point, if Theodore could still resist, then he wasn't a man at all-so Sigourney muttered angrily to herself. She was pouting when suddenly her head began to spin. In an instant, Theodore flipped the situation, pushing her down onto the bed. This time, of course, Theodore was on top.

The ravings Amelia had screamed in the great hall struck Lysander's greedy, warped mind like lightning. Amelia was hauled away, but Lysander was not executed. Confined to the servants' wing, he obsessed over her words in a fever of fear and resentment. My recent, almost prophetic moves only fed his delusion. He believed her! In his mind, he truly had been King in our previous life, and I, Elena, had ruled beside him as Queen!