Scorpion Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Xena, look! Isn't that guy touching another guy?" My coworker's voice snapped me out of my stupor. Sure enough, in front of us was a man running his hand all over another man's rear. They had their arms slung around each other and were heading for a car. The scene hit me like a cold wave. I had been reborn. The man fondling the other man was none other than my brother-in-law, Julian. My coworker, just like in my past life, was all wide-eyed with curiosity and immediately pulled out her phone to take a photo. After she got shots of the two of them kissing, she urged me to follow them.

, he then gestured me to follow him and said "come along.” He stepped outside with me beside him. The air was cooler now. The sun was going down. As we walked, Cobra pointed at a man sitting near a log with a guitar resting on his lap. “That’s Scorpion,” he said quietly. “The burn scar on his face was from a car accident years back. He used to play in shows although he was not famous, but he tried.” Scorpion noticed us looking and gave a shy wave. His scar ran across his cheek like melted wax. He smiled anyway.

He needs the know what he is getting his self into. Oh God help me. How will Chris take the news. Did Emery do the right thing Will Chris ever forgive the twins for for deceiving him. Don't forget to vote and comment

Omar growled at her seductive moans when he rubbed his fingers against her clits, he felt his erection harden and he thrust his middle finger into her, squeezing her breast roughly. Megan let out a scream and her back arched away from him but he pulled her back to himself, pressing his hardness against her back. She brought her hand to grab his arm wanting to slow him down but he wouldn't stop. He added another finger inside her, earning another scream of pleasure from her. "Omar....!"

They’d be laughing lazily, and then slowly, in a soft-focus haze, there’d be a bit more than strawberries being eaten in the grass . Getting hot and erogenous just from thinking about it, she gave a delicious little shudder. ‘What’s the matter?’ he frowned. ‘Nothing.’ ‘You just shuddered!’ Strewth, was he watching her behind those dark glasses after all? ‘I was just thinking.’ ‘What about?’ You 3 re obviously not telepathic, or you wouldn't ask. ‘Scorpions,’ she said, with a flash of inspiration. ‘I once found a scorpion sharing my shower in Greece. There aren’t any here, are there?’

The corrupting energy washed over him, and he cried out, collapsing to his knees. It couldn't harm him as it harmed me, but he felt it—a soul-deep chill, a violation that stole his breath. His intervention disrupted the beam's focus. The tether to me wavered, its grip loosening. Elara didn't scream. She moved with a ferocity I didn't know she possessed. Her eyes, clear and sharp with a lucid fury, spotted the obsidian dagger where it had fallen. She lunged, her bandaged hand closing around the hilt.

"It's Scorpes, not Scorpion! And as a matter of fact, we were. Before you disturbed us with your unwanted presence. Seriously, didn't your parents teach you to knock?" "Of course, Ms. Scorpion," I said dryly. "You'd be surprised to know what my parents have taught me. And I'd like to think they did a far better job than yours seeing as you're trying to seduce someone who clearly doesn't even want to be in the same room as you." "I wasn't seducing him!", she screeched sharply, making me wince. "And even if I was, it's not of your business. You shouldn't stick your nose to where it doesn't belong."

The pain was harrowing but so was the toxic energy in this smothering chamber. Color instantly drained from her half dead face when her gaze swept over the creepy creature crawling on the edge of the white mattress. 'W-what's that?', she screamed disbelieving that he could attempt to get her stung by a lethal scorpion. 'My little baby, now yours too', he husked sliding his palm underneath her chin, sensually, erotically, gradually intimidating her into his psychotic game.

He answered the call and said, "Hey, Scorpion. Well, the fact that you're calling me means that you want something from me. I would have said it means you were injured, but you wouldn't be able to speak, which means that your boyfriend is the one injured, am I wrong?" "You want me dead, don't you?" she asked him. Stok laughed, "Of course not! Why would I want you dead? Listen, Scorpion, I want something else, and I'm guessing your boyfriend doesn't have much time left."

It made me sick. I paced a few steps away from the car, then back again, my heels clicking on the concrete. “She doesn’t deserve him. She doesn’t deserve any of this perfect life everyone keeps handing her.” A black SUV rolled slowly into the parking area and stopped a few feet away. The driver’s window came down. I recognized him immediately ... Scorpion. He stepped out of the car, tall and broad-shouldered, with messy dark hair that fell slightly over his forehead and those big, innocent-looking brown eyes that made people trust him on sight.