Seventeen Fanchant Novels & Stories

"But whenever I look into his eyes, it seems to me like I have met him before but that's impossible because I never forget any face." "How do you mean?" "I mean, when I really looked at him besides seeing us having hot sex, I see this blurry vision of a princess and two boys." I said standing up to my feet, walking forward with my back facing her. "One is called Khan and the girl is a princess, Aishwarya is her name. And the second boy, the princess named him Rohan. I feel like I know Khan and I feel like I know Rohan. Does that make any sense to you mum?" I asked turning to face her only to see her eyes were wide like a socket.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

The village elder, a wise and weathered seer, revealed that the chosen champion would possess an extraordinary mark—a birthmark in the shape of a blazing sun. As the Ascendants listened, their eyes widened with realization. Jack, who had saved the falling baby, reached up to his neck and revealed a birthmark—a vivid sun emblem etched into his skin. The prophecy's weight settled upon Jack's shoulders as he grappled with the significance of his newfound revelation. The Ascendants rallied around him, offering support and encouragement, for they recognized the heroism he had already displayed. Embracing his destiny, Jack vowed to fulfill his role as the chosen champion, leveraging his incredible

When I unfold the letter, I wish it were a check. Instead, I see the handwriting I have come to dread. [You are quite good at hiding, Printsessa.]

He was forced to try and advise Fane to not be too reckless. After all, Scarlet Pavilion was the only ninth-grade clan in Hestia Continent, making them the strongest. Even in the Whirling World where everyone was restricted to the late stage of the innate level, Fane still needed to be careful to not make too much of a scene despite his skills.

"Yes, Seventeen was my age when my mother died of cancer. When I close my eyes I still see her pale eyes staring at me with such hollowness in them. The sickness took more from her than I can imagine. She was once so vibrant and beautiful, more than I can ever become. But after a while, she emaciated soo much that she looked like a sack of bones. But my father still loved her till death and he mourned her till his death too." "A pity" Stan offered. And she agreed. "So what happened to your father and his money? I mean, I know you are a rich man's son, did he continue with the company or quit?." "He quit after three months of pretending to use work as solace. But he found solace in politics,

“It’s the glee club committee.” “Lucy! Hi!” Martine bubbled. She was, Michael seemed to remember, like this all the time. The term bubbly blonde had been invented for her. Unfortunately, dumb blonde also fitted her perfectly. A little shorter than Lucy, she was no less attractive, with ample breasts and a trim figure. As with most of the cheerleading squad, she had long legs.

“You’re barely more than a pup. Shouldn’t you be back at the main house with the others?” Finn’s face heated. He sat up straighter, trying to look tougher. “I’m old enough to stand watch. And I’m not little.” Soren’s chuckle turned into a soft laugh. He took another step closer, close enough that Finn could smell him—night-blooming jasmine and old blood, a scent that should have been repulsive but somehow wasn’t. “Seventeen, aren’t you? I can smell it on you. Young. Eager. Still learning what your body wants.”

Chapter 44 Marked WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. But she was also Zinnia, Nicholas Wyatt’s woman. The very same man who she just discovered was her mate. But he is just a simple human, he might get hurt and may not be able to understand her origin.

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.