Sick Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

Words that once made me squirm. “...and fuck you real good until you cream all over my dick. Remember how hard you used to cum for me?” He croons. God…this man is sick. How did I never see this? “Whatever you think you're doing, it won't work.” “Come see me, love.” A bitter laugh escapes me. “You're fucking delusional.” “I'm also very skilled with locks. But you already know that, don't you?” Bile rises in my throat. He broke in before. He'll do it again.

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

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Ajeng said. Siska nodded. "It's a mix of luck and pity for whoever ends up being his partner. Lucky because he's super loyal, pity because he'll probably just see his partner as a friend for life." Ajeng got up from where she was standing and invited Siska to leave the room. The woman was starving because she hadn't eaten since morning. Siska happily agreed, because she was also hungry. When they had just left Ajeng's room, Sander's door suddenly opened. Siska's body froze. Her brain automatically recalled the beautiful scene she had just witnessed when she saw Sander, even though he was now fully dressed.

“You were so fucking good Saturday night. I don’t want it to end. I want to be your sexual play toy.” “Are you serious?” “If you don’t turn me away and you allow me the pleasure,” I cupped his balls and caressed him through his pants “of your company, I won’t release the video to anyone.” “You are one sick woman.” “No, obsessed maybe, but not sick.” I straddled his legs and sat down dangling my arms over his shoulders. “You can’t tell me you wouldn’t want someone who is willing to do whatever you want her to do whenever you want it.”

… The next day, I hired a mortuary service and made arrangements for after my death, specifically what they should do to my corpse. On the third day, I dragged my friends from one party to the next. When I lost a dare and ended up linking arms to drink with a ridiculously handsome guy, one of my friends went pale. "If your man sees this, he'll kill me." Under the flashing lights and pounding music, I smiled without a trace of hesitation. "I don't care." That night, Elias finally snapped. He sent me a grainy photo of me and the guy drinking together in the dim club lighting. 'Celia, get home and get on your knees to explain yourself.'