Scp 049 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Author's POV As soon as Marcela cradled the baby in her toned arms, Scott felt something shift in the air. Like the smell of sulfur before lightning struck. The clap of thunder that followed the flash. It was almost imperceptible, yet it resonated deep within him, a pull so powerful that it made his heart hammer wildly against his ribs, begging for freedom. For the first time in a long while, his wolf stirred awake, a low growl of recognition reverberating in his mind.

My hands were suddenly enclosed in his swiftly. “There will be no touching from you. I was made as your mate to pleasure you, princess.” Scar said, still resurfaced. I nodded as calmly as I could as he tied my hands to the bed post. I couldn’t help but think. Were these 50 shades of Grey’s scenes? I am never the one to endure pain cause I can’t. This made me look for anything that depicted violence in Scar’s hands. I searched thoroughly but couldn’t find anything. Instead, I found myself loving it. I loved this scene which sounded unusually strange. I never knew myself to had these weird fantasies…

He put his hand back into his pocket. "You..." She began but don't exactly know what to say. "I'm Omar bin Khalid bin Aaban, you probably know me or don't but could you help me in finding my bride? She kinda looks exactly like you." He flashed a smile and watched a tear escape her eye. "Omar..." Her lips trembled and without thinking he wrapped a hand around her waist and pulled her close, claiming her lips in his. He finally had her. 🌟🔹🔹🔹🔹🔹🌟 THE END

~Present~ I felt a hand gently caressing my back and I closed my eyes screaming "Don't touch me, please, don't do this, please just leave me alone." I cried into my knees letting myself accept something I hadn't been able to in four years, Scott raped me.

"But he wasn't?" "No. No, he wasn't. I guess that we can't have everything in the world. I mean, more times than not, the universe will always try and do something to royally screw you over. And it is always something that you can not fix. I have always wanted someone to love, someone that would not and never betray me. And I know that I found that in Scott. He was perfect, Alexis. So very perfect. He was everything and more than I wanted, and that I needed. He was caring, and compassionate and loving. He was attentive, and there. He was just there. So it was surprising to me, when we were in bed one day that he turned into a pillar of smoke and just dissipated through my hand as I was holdi

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safe. "No," I whispered. His gaze softened and he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me. “I’ll make it end,” he promised. The phone buzzed again on the desk. Another message from Scar. 'Let’s meet. Soon.' Alexander said nothing but pulled me closer and pressed a kiss on my head. "Go to sleep." TBC Here's a sneak peak to my new book. Check it out! CHAPTER SEVEN Buzz~ JASMINE VALE I couldn't look at Dormani in the eyes, after what I had done in my room.

Ten minutes ago I had felt beautiful. Now dread crawled through my veins painfully. I forced my feet forward, one step then another. My breathing became uneven. My hands shook as I reached the bedroom door. My fingers wrapped around the handle. For one final second, I prayed. Please. Please don't let it be what I'm thinking. Then I pushed the door open, and my entire world shattered. Right on the bed was Scott, my boyfriend and his— Cousin? Her name was Tania, a girl he once introduced as his cousin. She was on all fours, ass shot out while Scott fucked her from behind.

I could see his scorching hot gaze on me, and couldn't help but shiver under his stare, however, before I could react to his stare, all my irritation turned into pain, making me whimper, as I felt like my insides, were torn in that one second before ecstasy took over me as Alexander entered inside me. "I love you, Victoria Carla Gibberson. I finally got you back after all these years." He mumbled absentmindedly before thrusting inside me into a rhythmic bliss as we finally mated to each other and completed the second step of mating.

April I look up from my documents, acting as if I could concentrate on them over my raging heartbeat. The lycan steps in after Scott, who keeps spewing facts about the pack and his warriors. It looks like the lycan has to even bend down a little bit to fit through the door, but I might be hallucinating. “This is the miracle doctor I was talking to you about.” Scott lifts his arm, gesturing towards me. “April Foster. That’s General Alastor.”