Sans Fanart Novels & Stories

Part 1 Sienna's heart raced as she scrolled through the countless comments on her screen, her eyes fixated on the one that stood out amongst the rest. "KadeStream: SiennaBunny, stick around after the show, I've got a special treat for you," it read. She couldn't believe it. After months of watching his live streams religiously, obsessing over every tattoo on his chiseled chest, every flex of his powerful muscles, and every filthy word that dripped from his sinful lips, her favorite p**n star was finally acknowledging her existence.

Oh god they are serious three cocks in my pussy at once my hole is already sore from the fingers but the fear is making my clit throb harder the danger turning me on even as I panic my juices dripping more from the mix of terror and excitement my nipples aching stiff in the air. Jovana laughed from where she stood filming closer, her phone held steady in her hand, the lens zooming in on my spread pussy, her voice full of wicked excitement. "Do it guys, make her scream for it. This is going to be epic!" Thalía nodded beside her, her phone focused on my face, capturing every expression, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and thrill, her free hand clutching her drink tight. "Yeah stretch that br

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She was doing this. At the break, Anita appeared with a tray of water and a grin. “The BTS from the café is already at thirty‑two thousand views. People are making fan art of the mask.” Natalie let herself smile. “Already?” “Already.” Anita nudged her shoulder. “You’re trending in California, Not joking.” Fiona’s phone buzzed. She didn’t look at it for three whole seconds. Then she did, and her expression changed minutely. “Adrien, go long for five. Natalie, mirror. Anita, with me.”

“As much as I want to hear your voice I don't think my ears could take any more of your hollering.” “YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! LET ME GO!” Spittle sprayed from his lips as he shouted at my face. But since time was precious, I didn’t wipe it instead I pushed his brother’s tongue on his wide-open mouth before quickly covering it with the duck tape. I stared at him in amusement as he was making a disgusting gagging noise. “It's not that gross you know. Just imagine you're swapping spit with your girlfriend.” His eyes almost bulged from its socket the second I mention a girlfriend. I tilted my head. “I know your girlfriend,” I said in a flat voice.

Almost like they didn't want her to find it. Forehead creased into a frown, Sreya carefully plucked the white card from the midst of the silent crowd of lilies. Meanwhile, her audience was pin drop silent. No one dared move a muscle. Mrs. Turman was a bit on the edge. Xaver had called, explained the concept and had given strict orders for it to be done to perfection. And for all their sakes, she hoped Sreya liked it.

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My voice dropped to a low rumble as I squeezed the file in my hands, with the image of her ex-fiance. The image of her ex-fiance and his girlfriend's blood spilled in my imagination and I let out a satisfying growl. All I had to do was bring the imagination into reality. It won't be a bad idea to spill their blood all over their dead body, would it? I'm known as Satan's heir because I don't have a heart. I can't feel human emotions, and I didn't bother to learn them so as to interact with humans with emotions. I shed blood to satisfy my demons but yet, they weren't satisfied, not until she came into the picture.

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Fane smiled bitterly and pried further. “Well. That’s won’t work either. You’re more than enough. “ Selena wrapped her arms around fane in return and pressed her face into Fane’s chest. Her face was red and adorable. “Silly, you’re more than enough too!” In the distance, Lana, who was standing near the door, sneakily took a picture of the lovey-dovey couple in the garden and sent it to the message group. In this group, there were Nine Great Gods of War, except Fane.