Ruv Fnf Novels & Stories

“I am not nervous.” “Your hands are shaking.” I looked down. He was right. I shoved them into my pockets. He turned away, walked to the bathroom, and closed the door. I heard the shower turn on. I stood in the middle of the tiny, expensive studio, arms crossed tight over my chest, and tried to remember the last time I made a decision this stupid. I could not. Because I never had. Rian came out ten minutes later wearing a gray t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair was wet, water dripping slowly down the sides of his neck and onto his shoulders, soaking the thin fabric until it clung to his chest.

Aria’s POV. “Fuck.” “Shit.” Daniel and I exchanged glances as the phone continued to ring, disrupting what would have been the best fuck of my life. And let me just say for the record, that I’m not a violent person. But I’ve never had this strong urge to murder someone in the most graphic, sickening way. Preferably, the fool who interrupted my fuck session. Daniel pulled out from me with a string of dirty curses, hastily tucking his cock back into his pants as he stomped over to the table where his phone rang. “Whatever you’re calling me better be of great importance.” He growled darkly.

It’s been three days since we last saw each other and it was at that time when we had adobo for dinner. An emergency occurred in France and Daevon had no choice but to book an immediate flight towards there; concerning one of their factories. I was busy encoding some works on my computer when my phone beeped. I checked to see who it was on the screen and the name that engulfed my view was none other than a man’s name. Ivann Sorry, it’s been a long time since I texted. I’ve been busy at my dad’s company but like I said, can we talk? Don’t worry, I mean no harm. I just want to give you something and maybe perhaps we can call it closure.

"I'm special from this child, you know? Rav., even in case you positioned any undies with odd sticky materials on them into the bathing machine, I will diligently take them out and in my view hand wash them for you." "Give me a break, okay? Could you prevent trampling the maximum touchy spot in a boy's psyche!?" "I have not completed speaking but! You impolite fellow!!" ...Then Raven suffered but any other beating. Finally released, he changed into met with Anna's gaze of derision. "Stop losing time with one of these farces... Where is your foster parent's collection? I would love to get on with the tour, you know?" "...What's the rush? Waiting for a second would not hurt, right? It's time f

before finally standing up and leaving. --- "You asked, and I delivered," Riele, Sean’s personal assistant, announced as she entered the opulently decorated mansion. She was accompanied by a young woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties. "And who is she?" Sean asked, looking up from his phone. It had been a month since both Sean and Violet returned to the country after being away for five years. Both their businesses were thriving, to the point where Sean could proudly claim to be wealthier than the Wells family. Yet, his mind was consumed by thoughts of revenge against Lucas.

Her face scrunched at that, “This has to be a joke. You’re not seriously asking me, are you? You’re just making fun of me because I haven’t paid you. You’re making me a fool-“ She turned away, a sheen of moisture in her eyes, as she tugged the ring off, settling it carefully on the counter. “I will have the money, Mr Astor. I promise, and this will be the last time you’ll have to ask for it. I’ll have it on time every month this client-“ her smile returned for a moment. It was a shy thing that was perfectly in place, “They really believe in me. They’re ordering my entire range. That will sustain me for a while. So you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to humiliate me with this stupid-“

I was editing an I*******m Reel for to post on my I*******m, and putting together behind-the-scenes clips from my recent photoshoot, along with shots of the fabric swatches, me adjusting the lighting, and close-ups of the jewelry pieces. I kept having to rewind and rewatch the same sections because my mind wouldn't stop wandering. My phone was lying face-down on the desk beside me, and I hadn't been able to go look back at his text again, but the word kept replaying in my head since morning: "See you tonight 😈".

They rose from the snow-draped rocks like ghosts, silent, faces masked in woven ashcloth, each holding a curved weapon etched in the runes of betrayal. Ruvan didn’t flinch. He unslung the spear in one fluid motion, even as the first blade came for his chest. He dodged left, parried and another movement, another attacker. Too many. Too close. He struck one low in the thigh, the bone cracking beneath impact. Another lunged. He turned, Too slow. The blade caught his side. A tearing pain bloomed across his ribs, hot and wet. He dropped to one knee. But not in surrender.

He shrugged indifferently, his eyes cold. "This isn't true." Simon fought back, "Fiona wouldn't do something like this to me. The pictures were clearly photoshopped." "I'll take my leave now, you figure it out with your nerd stepsister." Soren flashed a knowing look at me and I cringed at the sight. He had barely stepped out when I saw his message. ~Simon would need someone by his side tonight. You'll be all mine on Christmas. Remember I still have your pantie with me and one snitch, mom is just one call away.~

Nova “Hey.” The voice came from directly behind me, so sudden and unexpected that I nearly jumped out of my skin. I spun around, my heart doing something complicated and arrhythmic in my chest. Finn stood there—the school’s notorious bad boy, the guy teachers gave up on and students either feared or worshipped from a distance. He was staring straight at me with dark, unreadable eyes, as if he was seeing me for the first time. My stomach did a violent flip.