Slash Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

With a small smile towards her and an annoyed sound from London, Brendan takes a deep breath. "Our last rule is that no one is allowed to have any friends outside of Crash Course Rebellion. Only aquaintances."

My name is Shane Flanagan. Those who know me, and even some who don't, fear me. In my line of work, this is a good thing, a very good thing. You see, I'm a very bad man, bad to the motherfucking bone. I make no excuses for myself. I would stomp a motherfucker just for fun. Well, maybe not so much these days, but when I was younger, yeah. Now I would shoot a motherfucker for stepping on my kicks, and it didn't matter if they were Chucks or Gucci. It all depended on what kind of mood I was in and who's doing the mother fucking stepping.

The second his attention shifted to catch it, I yanked a fruit knife from behind my back and pressed the blade to my throat. Matt's eyes locked on the blade. For the first time, his calm facade cracked. He reached for it without thinking. "Elle—" I stepped back. A thin line of blood appeared on my skin. Then I threw my head back and laughed. "Haha... You don't seriously think I'm about to kill myself, right? Relax. Just imagine how much more interesting this would be if the knife were at your precious fiancée's throat." Matt looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time.

“Serves him right.” I blinked. “You’re… enjoying this?” “My dear,” she said proudly, “watching Slade lose control is my favorite hobby.” Wonderful. This family was a sitcom with violence. Liana practically skipped toward the living room. “Come on. Let’s go drop the bags in your room-Slade’s room—your room—whatever room he keeps pretending isn’t yours yet.” I choked on air. “I’m NOT….” She waved her hand. “Yeah, yeah, denial. Very cute.”

"N-no, I mean yes, I..." Lucy had learned things from Cleopatra about keeping her foes off balance. "You were sucking his cock and playing with your tits. I look like a hooker and you act like one. You're a slut, Jan, aren't you? Yes, that's what you are, a slut. What are you?" "A sl... no, I'm not..." Lucy slapped her across the face; a light flick of her wrist, barely a slap, but Janine reeled back as though she had been hit with a baseball bat. "You're a slut, a whore. What are you?"

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."

I felt a sharp pain in my arm and watched as Lilianna dug into my forearm with her claws. “Ahhhh! Lilianna, stop!” I screamed in pain. There was a blur of black hair as Janea burst through the door and ripped Lilianna off me. “What’s going on? Is she an enemy?” Janea asked. “No time to explain, just get that watch from my dad!” I yelled while dodging a punch from Lilianna. Janea nodded, not wasting another second. Lilianna was back on me in an instant, slashing at me as I was pushed back. She was so fast all I could do was block and dodge, there was no opening to attack.

She tried to explain, "Isaiah, it wasn't me. She—" Before she could finish, she received a hard slap across the face. Her ears rang instantly, her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. "You're still lying? What? Are you trying to say Alyssa killed her therapy dog and pinned it on you? You've lied about her so many times before. "I thought you'd changed after you got pregnant, but I was wrong. You're still the same—rotten to the core. Go back to the Jeffries residence and lock yourself in the room! You're grounded!" Solana's blood ran cold. He was really sending her back to that dark room she feared most.