Ruv Fnf Novels & Stories

Ian was bringing out the best part of me and I was loving it. Ian nodded. “Wow.” For a moment there, I saw a bit of discomfort. It disappeared as soon as it came so I inwardly scolded myself and decided I would keep my tongue in check. If I spoke too much too soon, there was a possibility that it would send him packing. “Would you like to get out of here?” he asked. “I know much cooler place. It’s a club called Rave. Good music and lively crowd. People here are old and boring. We have talked, now it’s time to have fun.”

I notice him frown at something unknown to me. "You good?" Nate asks. He sighs, and I immediately have a clue what has him needing a distraction. "Yeah. it's just, Raven. She's driving me fucking insane." I almost chuckle at my correct guess. Nate is about to ask Aiden something else but he holds off on his question when we get to another door. We all quiet down when we hear voices from the other side. We were currently raiding one of the supposed hideouts that David Cameron and his other dicklicking, trafficker friends, use to hide girls. According to the bug Roman planted in, Charles Klay's phone, this place is supposed to be guarded by the newest B-20 agent.

The very earth bent beneath her steps. Behind her, Kandrix stood alive and healed. Jasper and Louis flanked his sides, weapons dripping with blood. “You’ve lost,” Freya said softly, her voice calm—too calm. Ruvan smiled, even with blood trailing from the corner of his lips. “You think this is over?” “You have nothing left.” “Oh, I have one last move.” He raised a trembling hand, and a sigil pulsed on his palm. A dark rune, ancient and dangerous.

“Could you get me some food? Or… something? My throat also feels really dry.” Luka stared at me for a second. Then he shrugged. “There should be some water in the fridge over there. I'll go see if we have any food. Stay here.” He unlocked the door and stepped out. The second the door clicked shut behind him, I stood up. I had been staring at that vent the whole time he was here. It was high up near the ceiling, but if I could stack something and climb, maybe I could reach it. I looked around fast. There was a small metal chair by the couch and a sturdy-looking side table. I dragged the chair over and put the table on top of it. It wobbled a little, but it would have to do.

He caught that moan in his mouth and devoured it, punishing me for giving it to him. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted him inside me on the cold rooftop where the world could hear, could see, could know exactly what ruin looked like. And he gave me enough to believe he might: a rough thrust of his hips, a hot scrape of his teeth. Enough to taste what ruin might feel like. The city’s noise went thin around us, like the world had taken off its earrings for a fight and was waiting to see if we would start it. And then—

The doctor came in to check on me three different times, and Alan still didn't show up. Right before I went to sleep, I glanced at my phone one last time and saw Larissa Fennimore's new post on her social feed. [Every time I get hurt, my knight in shining armor shows up. I'm so lucky!] The picture under it was a shot of Alan putting a bandage on her. Larissa's profile picture was a yellow mango. It was pretty, but it made me sick.

Then he leaned down with his lips brushing my ear. “And tonight, I will make you cum so hard that you will forget your own name.” His words made my toe curl. Then he simply walked away without uttering another word, leaving me breathless and soaking wet, making me grip the table for balance. God, help me. I am damned to be ruined. ---

So fucking much it hurts. He might be watching p**n. I mean, he’s bisexual, right? Anything that makes him happy. The grunt echoes again, almost strangled. The sound people make in horror movies when smothered with a pillow. Wait. Gareth may be a man, but there are trained female unalivers, capable of bringing down a mammoth if given the chance. My heart stops. What if he’s in danger?! My boots collide with the door. The hinges creak. I storm in.

Chuck said with the anger in his voice becoming too obvious. Everyone had the right to be furious as it stands. "There's nothing to judge other than doing what everyone wants" Carly said as everyone nodded to it. "No! If you do this then that psycho that calls herself Raven would deal with all of us. She gave us three days..." Mr Tartal flared up. "Three days before she kills you and not us. We will save our heads. How about you protect yourselves with your Betas, gammas, omegas and the likes. Your members are larger than ours. I'm advising you as a friend" Rufus said taking up his things.

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.