Novel & Cerita Sansan Fanfiction

Fluffy… “Hey, I did not name him that! He requested the name change, and I approved it. His last charge was a young girl who thought he looked more like a Fluffy than a Diablo. Who am I to get in the way of what my Hellhounds want to identify as?” He snorted as if I was the ridiculous part of this entire exchange. Sure… (End of flashback) Sansa wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a sizzling kiss. She was a fucking great kisser. I had yet to find something that she was not exceptional at doing. Unfortunately, we did not have much time at all right now.

upset Sansa's emotions were running high, and her voice was accusatory. "They were here to kill you, and I used your presence to capture them," I stated, hoping she understood my intentions. "You are self-centered," she mocked, her tone mocking. "And you are not?" I shot back. "What did I do? The Alpha is torturing me and holding me against my will. How does that make me self-centered?" she inquired, her voice tinged with real perplexity. "You are only interested in your desires. You wanted to marry your boyfriend, but what about me? What have I done to earn your hatred? I haven't even forced you to marry me," I argued, my rage pouring up.

CHAPTER 20 “Miss Sampson, I hope I’m not intruding.” He bowed low trying to be courteous, but coming off extra creepy. “I’m Dan Sanders.” He held his hand out for her to grab, but Alyssa refused to touch him. “Leave Mr. Sanders. I’m not sure why you’re here.” Her lip trembled, but she wouldn’t give in to his scary act. Dan only smiled. “I see why my son is smitten by you. You’re feisty like his mother.” Alyssa looked away from him as he began undressing her with his eyes.

The tall man pressed the delicate woman on the operating table, his cold fingers stroked the glands on the side of the other's neck, his eyes were extremely cold. "What does it feel like to be marked by him?" Those hands rubbed heavily against the crimson at the corner of Su Nian's eyes, so strong that it hurt a little. "Looks like I miss it." Shen San's mecha has been improved. It can only be driven by one person, but the cabin can accommodate multiple people, but Shen San regretted it at this time, regretting why he didn't set the single-player mode, he timidly shrank in the corner. I hope I don't have the slightest...

“How sure are you? Well, if you're worried about me, you don't have to cause San is going to help me out” “You've been mentioning this San to me. Are you two dating”? “What”? My cheeks flushed with redness. “Why would you say that? San is the fourth lord of the seven realm. You can see that there's a huge difference between us”. “Doesn't matter”. “Why did you even bring such topic up? Not like you're going to do something about it”. “You like him don't you”? “I think you shouldn't mend in my personal life matter”. “I guess you like him so much”.

"Now that you are here, better start taking care of me." "Eh?" San was confused who changed in just few seconds. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

Sane wasn’t really fond of reading the news as he barely had enough time with his duties in life, especially now that his attention was already taken by the utterly alluring girl, Seleen Y. De Castro, and he wasn’t even complaining! In fact, he even liked it. He liked giving her attention, and he also liked being given attention by her. How great it was to be loved by her, to receive all of her little kisses now and there, to see her life, to feel her against his skin, everything about her was addicting for Sane.

Trigger Warning Chapter 26 Sansa's POV I summoned the confidence to speak amid this painful dance, my voice shaking with a mix of dread and defiance. "Not at all, I refuse to give myself up to you. This is not the affection I seek." My remarks, however, appeared to fall on deaf ears, lost in the haze of yearning that surrounded him. He persisted, his goals plain, but my spirit fought desperately against his enticing draw.

Maybe now Bastian will hate her so much. ***

Seeing him and having him reject me would be much worse than not seeing him. “No, now give me your phone,” Santana says. “Why?” I ask, eyeing her suspiciously. “Just give it to me,” she demands. “No.” She'll probably call my mother or, worse, Zayne. “Fine, Sam, what’s his I*******m.”’ She turns to Sam and asks her. I roll my eyes. “She probably doesn’t reme….” “Therealzaynek.” I sigh. I forget Sam is I*******m obsessed and probably remembers usernames in seconds. Santana punches it in and then starts approaching random people.