Six Of Crows Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I dropped my stick onto the ice, stepped up to the bench, and lunged over him. “Noah—” I didn't let him finish. I grabbed the collar of his Northcott jersey with both hands and ripped it wide open, exposing his bare chest and shoulder. Calix gasped, trying to bring his hands up to push me away, but I trapped him against the bench, burying my face straight into his neck. I attacked his skin, using my teeth and lips to suck and bite against his collarbone. I poured all my anger, my jealousy, and my toxic love into his skin, deliberately leaving deep, dark, highly visible purple bruises and hickeys all over his neck.

V I tried so hard to avoid Sky the whole day. I was doing so well until the desire to see her became unbearable. She drove me insane, I had no control over my desires anymore. Her presence, her eyes , her smile overcame me. It was just so crazy how all this-...... these overpowering feelings kept getting messed in my head. I'm a slave to her love, a prison I never want to be freed from. Finding her was the least of my problems. I followed her scent to the garden. The chirping birds granted me some kind of warmth and calm. Joy lit up in my heart as my gaze fell on her slender face, her eyes peacefully shut without any blemish or scars.

Melissa's eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy from the intense encounter with Damien. She lay on his bed, surrounded by the opulent decor of his chambers. The memories of their passionate night still lingered, making her skin prickle with goosebumps. As she sat up, a faint noise caught her attention. It sounded like whispers, but they were too soft to decipher. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet dangling in the air. The whispers grew louder, and she recognized the voices – they were the pack members, discussing something in hushed tones.

Then I flipped my card. Of course. I was six. Caleb looked like he was about to faint. “I… I’m two.” Absolutely not. You never mess with your friend’s new crush. I snatched my drink. “Let’s just drink instead. Cheers!” He nodded desperately. “Yes, cheers!” The others booed us for being boring, but Linda looked pleased and poured our glasses to the brim. I raised an eyebrow at her. Please. Like I would ever steal someone she liked.

He finally released her after a few seconds and left her coughing. “Can’t you see that you are angry over something that is actually true? Naomi Intentionally seduced Damien so that they both can get married, and she’s going to turn him against both of us. I told you several times that behind that little innocent face is a very dangerous person that is going to do everything to get what she wants, and look at it now. I am very sure she must have told him a lot of horrible things about both of us, and now he’s going to take it out on my sister and company. He doesn’t even care anymore about our grandparents’ wishes.” Fiona said while struggling to talk because she was still trying to recover

I murmured, “that it’s not even about them anymore? It’s about how they make you feel. How they pull out the ugliest parts of you, and you still keep crawling back like a sick little dog looking for scraps.” James stared at me. “You’re creeping me out, bro.” I gave a half-smile, not looking at him. “Just let me vent.” “But you only met the dude since like a couple of days.” I picked up my phone, browsed through my DMs without reading them, and stared blankly at the OnlyFans notification still sitting there. Anonymous69 posted. That was me. That was us. And I fucking hated it. “Get me another drink,” I said.

"I spent six years caring what everyone else thought. Doing what was safe, what was expected. I'm done with that. I want you, Axel Cruz. Consequences and all." "Fuck the consequences," he growled, and yanked my shirt over my head in one fluid motion. For a moment, he just looked at me. I was wearing a simple black bra, nothing fancy, but the way his eyes darkened made me feel like the most beautiful woman alive. "Perfect," he breathed. "You're so goddamn perfect." Then his mouth was on my collarbone, kissing, biting, marking a path down to the swell of my breasts. His hands splayed across my back, and I arched into him, offering more.

she whispers. I give her a little smile, pulling her in. My arms wind around her body, holding her tight as I murmur against her hair. “Always.” THE END ** THE SIX-PACK SERIES WILL CONTINUE WITH BOOK FOUR: ALPHA BROCK KEEP A LOOKOUT FOR IT TO START RELEASING IN EARLY DECEMBER! **

A dark coffee-like stain marked his coat collar, and dust dulled his leather shoes. I had never seen him so disheveled and unpolished. Lorenzo must have tracked my flight through Matteo’s connections. As my gaze swept over to his direction, Lorenzo picked his head up. The moment our eyes met, Lorenzo froze. With bloodshot eyes, Lorenzo swallowed hard and strode stiffly toward me. Nevertheless, he stopped himself, unsure whether he had the right to. “Naomi…” The words died in his throat. He spotted Ethan next to me.

She points at her, grinning on crooked teeth, like an animal in a zoo and says, "Scaredy-cat Kachina! Shanta is way better than you! She's fearless!" "Shut up!" She shouts and grabs hold of her frizzy hair. "Hey! I'm reporting you to Shanta, my dear, Devil Kachina!" "You, crazy woman, where is the diary?" Her grip tightens. "I need his diary now!" "No way! You're the devil's sister!" She screams and spits pungent liquid at her. "Argh! The hell with you!"