Slash Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Son you sound like you resent her for..." "Not her, you, I resent the fuck out of you two for putting her in this position, for making her believe that this was the only way, now I have to clean up your fucking mess, a fucking nineteen year old girl just iced three people in less than a week, that I know of, as for your bullshit poppy, you can't tame a lion after he's tasted human blood, you have to cut the motherfucker's head off one time..." "What the fuck Flanagan you talking about killing my kid?"

Vlash said making me stop and look at him. “I am not like any other woman in our world who takes someone else’s man in a wink just for her own good Vlash. I won’t accept his feelings even if I feel something for him. Flora will be too broken hearted. Flora is my friend and I can’t bear to hurt her when she is nothing but kind to me. I already felt how painful heartbreak feels so.... I CAN’T do that to someone.” I answer as I look at him, Vlash sigh then smiles before his face reddens as he looks away rubbing his forehead.

But now, I felt trepidation fill me. Indie tugged at my sleeve, forcing me back to reality. “Yes, I'm indie and this is my boyfriend, Slade.” The man's gaze lingered on me, his finger tapping against the cold glass. Now what? “Wait. Slade Fallon?” The man's eyes widened. I raised a brow. “The one and only.” His gaze widened. “Holy shit! F1 racer?! Fuck, I've been going to your games since your first win against the red Phoenix! I was so confused to know if it was youㅡ”

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.”

You in or out? Time hung. She wasn’t afraid of dying. She wasn’t angry or hurting. Oddly enough, Adam Stillman and all the boys in the world no longer meant anything to her. In fact, there was only one thing she feared losing, really. Stories. And she didn’t want hers to end. She closed her eyes and felt herself slide loose inside. ***

“Maybe she wants the attention. Should we tell Coach?” Patricia’s smirk widened. “Or stream it? Call it: ‘Shadow Freak in Lace.’” Gloria moved closer, close enough that her breath brushed Sierra’s ear, sour with mint and malice. “I could tear that off you in one pull.” And then—the boys came. Two of them, wandering from the neighboring changing room, half-dressed and smirking like predators who’d been handed a free show. One wolf-whistled. “I heard freaks in bed don’t feel pain. Bet she’s a good time.”

Vorlyk took the gnarled hand into his and pulled Madayah onto his lap. He kissed the mutilated side of her face and ran his hand over the smooth side. His entire body relaxed when she leaned in and kissed him. Nicolas felt their love deep in his gut. He cared about Franklin, loved him for the wonderful person he was but could never give the vampire what he wanted. Nicolas hoped to someday find a she-wolf mate to share his life, and Franklin, his best friend, understood that. He often teased Nicolas that he, Franklin, would be the gay uncle to wolf pups. Nicolas's heart squeezed, and for the first time in months grief shadowed his thinking more than revenge.

They had walked through the betrayal, through the heartbreak, through the lies, and through the debts. They had walked through it all to finally reach this point, and they were never going to let go of each other. They were destined to be with their love forever. And they wouldn’t let go. Never again. The End. Thank you all for reading ‘A slave to the alpha I rejected” . If you would like to stalk the author (aka me!), you can follow me on F******k @Paige.J Turner. I love you all. Thank you so much! And stay tuned for more stories coming soon.

NINA'S POV Trust fate to take my broken engagement and shove it in my face. This time on Sloane’s perfectly manicured finger. Sloane Whitmore, she said. Cassian's fiance. Something bubbles in my throat and I realize I'm laughing. Not a soft chuckle, but an almost wheezing kind. Cassian frowns, Sloane clutches her imaginary pearls, and I'm just half bent over when I should be asking for answers. “Something funny?” Sloane asks, voice sharp.