Si Fanfic Novels & Stories

They fit each other, the whole bratty girl and angry boy. However, I seem to have created a fantasy where I have both of them, Sebastian and Silas. It’s something I’m working on eradicating. I shouldn’t think of them that way. It’s bad enough that Silas had an ‘encounter’, which is how I’m calling it, but to think of something beyond sex is insane. “You look so beautiful, the skirt though, won’t you get cold?” Seb frowns at her, running his fingers through her hair.

"One, I will find out that this super fan of mine is a girl and she's the girl I fell in love with long time ago, second, she'll remain my super fan but will stop stalking me because she got tired of me, third, she'll start to hate me and start to bash me while me realized that I fell in love with her, fourth, I'll stop writing stories and isolate myself then found comfort in her in person not in social media and lastly, fifth, I'll find out who my stalker is and found out the she's the one I stalk in person. What do you think?" I smirked. "Thank you, I've take note all of it." "I also have suggestion on mine." said Sandstorm. I nod. "First, the stalker I have will be my best friend, second,

"Raykon hates women. He would never trust one and his propensity for violence would leave visible scars. It must be a man. We've tried drawing him out, but our ideas have failed." "He will show his true colors eventually and we will end his life in the worst possible way." Zenya loved the fact that Emily had no problem drawing blood or fighting. Her alpha power was so much a part of her, and for a few seconds Zenya wished for more courage and fighting skills. "I want you just the way you are, my love." Nicolas's words appeared in her mind. He was doing it more and more. It seemed to be easiest when she was troubled. He was also nosey and she sent her own message back to that effect.

But, there was never anything more than that friendship, and that one failed date…” His voice faltered, like he was not sure how to explain things better, and truth be told he was not doing the greatest of jobs, as Sara’s face twisted in pain, and tears filled her eyes. “Well, I do not believe you. I will not be accepting any Luna whore you try to force upon us. You lying, scumbag cheat.” And with that she stalked away, leaving Zaine and me to look at one another in complete shock. What had I let myself into?

“Damien, I know you say it’s complicated, but I’m tired of being your secret. I want to be the one beside you. Not her. Not your past. Me.” I scoffed so hard I nearly choked. “Oh wow,” I said aloud, voice dripping with fake awe. “She writes fanfiction about her own affair. That’s dedication.” And before the salesgirl could respond, I let the letter slip from my fingers right into the still-wet cologne puddle. I turned to face her, her eyes wide as saucers. “Maybe,” I said with a dazzling smile, “you should get someone to clear this room. Wouldn’t want anyone to think I'm making a mess on purpose.”

To my surprise, the first thing he did with his phone was carefully enter my number. Then, for the name, he typed: “Wife.” He held the phone in front of his face, letting only his eyes peek over the top at me. I grasped his hand and said softly, “Perfect.” In the car park, we ran into Charlie and Crystal. Charlie’s gaze dripped with mockery as he shot a look at our linked hands. “Did the wedding ceremony melt your brain cells? Bringing an idiot out with you—if he destroys everything, will the Lights pay for it?”

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews. Most of his stories were about older women with guys his age and Miss Linda had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of his female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as his favorite teacher. Yes Miss Linda had been the nasty little cougar in his mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, he had even joined her writing discussion group. While the other half dozen students sat and discussed their stories and other

I am a sinner, and I love to sin. Sin with Keanne. Sin for Keanne. It was the perfect sort of sin. I felt myself slowly start to drift to sleep, when I heard Keanne's voice. It was low, and his fingers found their way into my hair, tracing the strands down my back. "I hope I never become too dark for you." I chuckled to myself. "I can't sleep with the lights on." He sighed, then bent close. "Fuck," he said under his breath, then placed a small kiss on my forehead.

She said bracing her unsteady beating heart, "I am not interested in your messy relationships." "Eden!" Damien said softly as he took a step ahead. Eden backed away a step from him immediately and looked away from his intense gaze as she went on, "Nor do you owe me an explanation. I am just your secretary, Sir. So, please don’t bother_" "You are my fiancee!" Damien snapped at her. "Fake fiancee. Not even that. Correction, we already ended it. Now we have nothing to do with each other. You can do whatever you want with that girl or any girl for all I care. I_"