Six Of Crows Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Fallon has given me renewed purpose, a future. And honestly, I can’t wait. THE END ** WANT MORE OF THE SIX-PACK SERIES? BOOK TWO IS NOW AVAILABLE: ALPHA THEO **

I poured a drink I had no intention of finishing and stood in the middle of my living room staring out at the city. Angelo, even thinking his name made my hands itch. I should have expected this. The bastard had been circling my life for years, always one step away, always pretending his interference was business when really it was obsession. He couldn’t stand not having control, he couldn’t stand the idea of me building anything outside his reach and now June had been dragged into it. That’s the part I can’t get past. Her terrified face when she asked if she had imagined the kidnapping, the tears in her eyes when I told her the building was gone and the way her hands shook when she said the

She felt her skin on fire from all the bites; she swatted them, but she couldn’t get them off. On the horizon she saw her father, silhouetted against the sun. And she knew that if she could only reach him, she would be safe. But this time, his face was obscured. And the more she ran, the further away he became. She slowly sank into the mud as she went, getting lower with each step. Finally, she couldn't run any further, completely stuck, and completely covered by fleas, and then rats, all biting her in every direction. She saw before her two coffins. One was large, and the other the size for a child. Caleb lay in one, and Scarlet in the other. They were both covered with welts, and they were

With a groan, I opened my mouth. “Good girl,” he murmured, slipping the spoon past my lips. June squealed dramatically. “I can’t. I literally can’t. This is so disgustingly cute. Sky, marry him already.” “June!” My cheeks flamed, but Ryans only chuckled, feeding me another spoonful. “Glad she’s entertained,” he muttered under his breath, and for the briefest second, our eyes locked. My stomach flipped harder than the soup could settle it. *** By the time the bowl was half empty, June had grabbed her things and stood. “Alright, lovebirds. I’m going to the library. Try not to combust in here without me.”

Her fist didn’t drop. Her voice was cold. “What did I say about using my full name?” I flinched. The slap was coming, I know it. And I might not be fast enough to stop it. ~~ A/N: This is a fictional novel with dark themes. Please suspend your morality and enjoy the ride. There will be spicy content in future chapters — consensual and not rape!!! This book is part of a competition. Your support means everything. Follow me on I* @Rossi_1847 for updates. 💜 ~~

Since all of my cards had been frozen, I could only go to a small clinic for treatment. But the tweets Katie posted had caused a huge stir, and soon, someone recognized me. “Are you Claire, the one who stole her own sister’s mate?” “That’s her! The news said that she forced Scott to bond with her using her family background, but Katie is his true love!” “Look at her belly. I heard that she’s pregnant with his illegitimate child…” The pain in my stomach made my voice tremble. “Please call the doctor…” “Stop with the pitiful act!” A pregnant she-wolf shoved me away. “Mistresses like you disgust me the most!”

Freya Rose Amelia, Carmen and Imogen had been thrown into the cell building. They screamed the place down, but luckily, as soon as the huge steel doors were closed, we couldn’t hear them. I wasn’t in the mood for them and definitely didn’t have the time to deal with them and their dramatics, either. They were thinking of themselves, not the greater good or the safety of their so-called family. Amelia was too young and childish to ever put her faction first. All she was upset about was that I had taken Mason away from her. In reality, she had my sloppy seconds because she had a crush on him. She didn’t think of him or me or the fact that we were actual soul mates. Carmen’s reaction was to be

Her expressions softens and she says, “Are these-” “For me, you and Theo. Yeah.” “It’s beautiful,” she whispers and then hands it to me and outstretches her wrist. I undo the clasp and clip it on her and then continue to hold her hand in mine. “I love it. And I love you,” she tells me. “I love you too baby,” I reply and then lean in to kiss her. The next day when I wake up, Six is not in the bed and I can only assume she woke up absurdly early because she’s nervous about today. She has a habit of doing that.

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

The return of normalcy after those three stolen days felt like a cage closing around them. Victor was back, full of stories from Chicago and new deals to celebrate. The mansion buzzed with staff and business calls, but underneath it all, Freya felt like she was drowning in two realities. One where she was her father’s cherished daughter. The other where she was Draven Cross’s secret obsession — the woman he fucked like he’d die without her, the woman he whispered “I love you” to in the dark.