Si Fanfic Novels & Stories

Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules. What fantasy do you have? Comment on it, and you might be lucky enough to get your story chosen.

My heart wouldn’t slow down. I changed into my nightshirt and climbed into bed, burying my face in the pillow. I told myself to forget it, to forget him. But when I finally drifted off, my body betrayed me. The dream came hard and vivid, his hands, his mouth, his voice saying my name. I gasped awake in the dark, breathless, pulse racing, shame curling low in my stomach. It didn’t matter how many times I said no. Ricardo Falconeri was already under my skin. And I hated that a part of me didn’t want him gone.

Kissing this young girl instead fucking is just one of his sensual acts to make her willingly spread her legs for him without any arguments. Sania is an inexperienced immature little teenage girl who just wants to probably live in her fantasy without any problem but she also feels guilty about things too. Vikas is a lucky bastard to get such a girl and he decided if he showed a little bit of fake love he could win over her dignity and enjoy the majority in this game. Sania can make his life full of fun of how he wants things to be.

‘She can’t even be mind linked. ’It is one thing to lust after Safia, and another thing is to treat her or Rain so disrespectfully. I don’t care if Safia can’t be mind linked. It adds to her mystery, to her allure. She is the one I want to run with under the Full Moon. To take to the Ritual Stones and—’

“Well, you know that you’re the one that he fantasizes about. That’s why he wouldn’t look at you.” Daniela smiled. “I know.” I stared at her, surprised. “And here I thought you were all innocent. Have you been doing something you shouldn’t be, Berni?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m a teenage girl. I read. Romance novels, fanfiction. If it’s got smut, I’m there.” I raised an eyebrow. “What about porn?” Daniela made a face. “No. Porn’s too awkward. I need a little fantasy. I can’t just watch stuff like that, you know.”

“Face it, Rican. It’s over. She doesn’t care about you. It’s time to choose peace.” Rican shifted, but Sia leaned closer, her voice hardening as she continued. “Have you forgotten what she did? You saw it with your own eyes. She was having sex with Xavier—your so-called friend. God knows who else she’s been with.” Rican’s face twisted, the pain in his eyes flashing into something darker. He couldn’t listen to this, couldn’t take it anymore. He stood abruptly, his breathing uneven, desperate to escape. But Sia blocked his way, standing directly in front of him.

Ayo said still laughing. "He has the tendency to go for girls that he could never get." Aliyu added. "Let me tell y'all about this one girl from secondary school that hated Sufyan more than Ahlam." And he launched into the tale about Tahira Usman, he of course exaggerated but the stories had Sufyan thinking, was it actually true that he was more attracted to girls who didn't like him back? Tahira, Ahlam and now Sabeerah.

But there’s no more turning back, she already said what she said, “You’re not just annoying, you’re also irritating in my eyes.” The8’s lips slowly formed into a small smile, as his lips twitched, embarking a little smirk just when Xiao stood up from her seat. An indication that he was truly getting into her nerves. That’s when The8 had finally come into a conclusion that his studies and experimentations made several, if not instant, progressions. He already made a lot of thesis and hypothetical statements about Xiao’s world, and promised Shuan that he’ll be staying with her side for eternity, as an exchange of his gratitude being born in this world. For him, Xiao was someone he has to prote

We keep our hands to ourselves, until we don’t and I find myself pulling him closer to me. Looking for some form of contact. The urge to see his skin has me burning up. Someone clears their throat behind us. Cain’s lips stop and my eyes fly wide open. We both turn at the same time and see Safira standing there with the books still in her hands and she’s grinning madly. “Pardon me. I’m searching for my friends, one is a tall brooding male with crescent moon-shaped eyes and the other is a very soft-looking girl, brown hair and brown eyes. You haven’t seen them have you?”