Novel & Cerita Sick Fanfic

Reddit fans stared at the pitch-black screen and listened to the blowing sound, collectively imagining ten thousand words of plot. 【What is there that I, a distinguished VIP member, am not allowed to see?】 【It’s just blow-drying hair. Why can’t we watch that?】 【That blowing sound… it’s exactly like when I watch action movies at home and deliberately turn the TV volume way up.】 【What kind of dirty thoughts are in your head?!】 【I mean, I have a friend who’d like to know.】 【Can someone write fanfiction about this? I want this plot! I need to know what they’re doing behind our backs!】

Noises that made her feel sick. The unmistakable sound of moaning got louder and louder as she got further up the stairs. She could tell it was Savannah, and she could tell she wasn’t in pain. No. This moaning was all to do with pleasure. She knew what was happening, but for some sick reason she had to make sure it was really happening. She had to know that the boy that she liked was currently in that room making another girl make those sounds.

Clucking her tongue, Freya popped another cookie into her mouth, "Who the hell am I kidding? I see you all the time. Tv, magazines, books. Hell, you're like fucking Mariah Carey or something. Only, you're a doctor" Sre sipped her coffee, "It's a good thing to me". "No, it's not. Stop working too hard. Get a penis in your vagina. You're too tight". Me or my pussy? ~•~ "What the fuck, Sreya", Luna said as she greeted Sre with the customary side cheek pecks. "I hate you for looking amazing". Sreya rolled her eyes. "This is why you have no friends", Luna finished. "Trash-talk but you're classy so I forgive you".

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

“It sounds like me, yes. But it isn’t. That’s not me. It’s a fabrication.” “How can I know that?” “Because I love you!” he shouted. “And I would never say those things. Not about you.” The server whirred. Smoke began to pour from the back panels—self-destruct protocol triggered. “No time!” Damien grabbed Serena’s hand and pulled her out as the room lit with sparks. They ran—choking, blinded, coughing into the stale air. Back at the Safehouse Serena collapsed onto the bed, shaking. Was it all fake? Could that have been a deep fake? Could she have nearly turned on the one person still standing beside her?

Only it was in my head. Blue fades to blonde and Euphoria shatters into ice shards of Sokin’s eyes driving that stab harder, deeper than it’s ever been. ‘Who the fuck are these people….?’ Sokin. My subconscious asked. The accusation. Suspicion. Malice of me holding his woman like she’s mine. I’m the sickest piece of shit on the face of the fucking Isle! 40: Ayame - Lies of Omission

Chapter 26 Angela's POV The weird man's reaction got me more and I turned my head back to the doctor. "Engaged?" I asked again, wanting to be sure I heard that right. I just met this disrespectful man yesterday and we were already engaged? I turned back to Darius glaring hard at him. "What is he talking about?" I mouthed at him. "Well… I tried to explain to you yesterday, but you said you did not want to know," he explained and a scoff left my mouth immediately.

Her pussy clamps down and I’m done, I pull out just in time, stroking myself twice, I paint her ass and lower back with my cum. We collapsed, panting. She rolled over, pulling me down for a lazy kiss. “You are not sick at all, are you?” she asks, smirking. I laugh against her mouth. “Just a little bit. But mostly horny as hell.” She swats my chest. “Bad boy. Clara’s gonna kill us.” “Worth it,” I say, already hardening again as she strokes me lazily.

Sanctum of Flesh, Citadel of Eldros The doors sealed behind Lies with a heavy, moaning groan of ancient stone making her flinch. The sanctum pulsed with heat and silence—a silence thick enough to wrap around her thighs and crawl up between them. It wasn't just warm. The air was humid, saturated with something older than scent: magic steeped in lust, pressure, hunger. The walls themselves dripped faintly with condensation, like the stone was sweating in anticipation.

The beautiful, intoxicating fantasy she had built over the last two months hadn't just ended—it had warped into a permanent, inescapable golden cage. She was no longer just the secret lover or the cherished little sister. She was a permanent fixture in a broken, hollow pact, bound to the dominant man who had engineered her madness from the very beginning, all while her sister watched from across the hall. "So, I get to do these things with… Adrian?" Lisa whispered. ​Her voice was so incredibly quiet, a fragile thread of sound that barely carried across the gap between the sofa and the armchair. She kept her head down, her chin tucked into the fold of her denim jacket as if she could physical