Slash Fanfic Novels & Stories

everything exploded. ‎ ‎Ren suddenly snapped. ‎“Get your fucking hands off me, you disgusting cheating bitch!” ‎ ‎The entire church gasped. He exposed everything — Lila’s affair with Haru, how the family tried to force him to stay quiet, how humiliated he felt. I couldn’t stop the smirk that spread across my face. ‎ ‎'Seems he won’t disappoint me after all.' ‎Reya leaned in slightly. “Seems he’s yours after all.” ‎Adrian furrowed his brow. “Please don’t tell me you just crashed a wedding without having to move a finger.”

"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?"

"Then, who are you? In real life, you're like that. You shift blame, run from consequences, and use other people's lives to patch over your guilt. You think dreams change anything? They're just another escape." She froze. Tears slid silently down her cheeks. "Maybe you're right. In dreams and reality, I've always been the same." "Dreams are fantasies. Reality is cruel. You killed Adam and caused Grandpa's death. No dream can rewrite that," I said flatly. Talia was quiet for a long time. Then, she suddenly slammed her hands against the glass, voice hoarse and desperate. "Lie to me! Just once! Tell me you still love me! Please!"

I slash him. “...Arrgh.” He grunts, red bubbling across his chest. “You psycho." You’re not pushing me away. You love it. You enjoy pain, right? “P-Peach.” Arden clutches the sheets as I lick the trail on his chest. “Suck me already.” He tastes so badly good. My shit head boss. I slash his arm. Not severe, but deep enough to mark him. He’ll remember this night when he grovels at my feet, begging for mercy, where there’s none.

When Rowan Nightshade’s hand struck my face, I did not understand what had happened at first. The sound cracked through the training corridor of Silvermoon Federal Academy. My body tipped to the side, my teeth aching from the force, and for a few seconds all I heard was a dull ringing in my ears. My left cheek went numb, then burned as if molten silver had been poured over it. I covered my face and looked up at him. Rowan Nightshade, heir of the Shadowfang Pack, had slapped me in front of more than a dozen students because I had argued with a transfer girl.

It’s on a lighter note than Forced mafia brides but still, painful and gripping. Trigger warnings of this book (A mafia king’s games): Violence, language, sex, kidnapping, and torture. (These may be updated as the story unfolds) Book tropes: Age gap, touch her you die, possessive, she fell first he fell hard, sunshine x grumpy. Slade’s P.O.V. “Let’s go to the club tonight. You have been a sour puss since we took over Lurther’s territory.” Baste groaned out, taking the last gulp of the whisky he had been swirling in his glass.

She loudly said. "And we've lost another" Willow shook her head. "She is completely wasted," Rowan smiled. "As you wish" Japh kissed her and walked away from the table which was at the far end of the bar. "I can't believe you're really listening to her!" Willow shouted behind him. "She deserves it," He replied. "You can't win this war" Rowan said to Willow. "I think I also want one" Willow pouted and Rowan laughed. "Really?" "Look, I'm not drunk and don't worry, I just want a glass of margarita" She replied.

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He stepped toward me, his gaze intense. "No. But we don’t have a choice." I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. We didn't. Our past had caught up with us, and there was no escaping the consequences. Langford’s offer was the only way forward—disappear, start fresh, and leave everything behind. A new life, new identities, a future where we weren’t defined by our past. But could we really let go of everything we’d fought for?

A very hot slap from him struck my left cheek so hard that I slumped heavily on the rough ground as the raging pain burned my cheeks mercilessly. "It disgusts me to be standing so close to you. I need to end your life immediately!" He hissed, and I heard a sharp sound as his finger nails all transformed into very sharp claws that were shiny under the sunlight. They were pointed and dangerously long enough to pierce my skin deep into my skin. Just then, the thought of shifting and running crept into my head. He won't expect me to run now, and that would be an advantage to escape death. This was what I thought inside my head without knowing how fast lycans could be.

Josh warned as he left. Sloana let her tears fall harder, feeling like a fool. She had thought she could find true love in Zang City, but now she realized she should just concentrate on finishing her studies and leaving. The sound of the couple next door banging on the wall made Sophia jump up. Sloana was still going at it like a frenzied animal, lost in pleasure. Sophia knew Sloana knew she had come in, but she was too lost to care. Sophia had to leave before Sloana had her time. Josh’s warning was stuck in her ear, and she needed to run. She was in enemy territory, and the faster she got out, the better for her. She would hate to be at Sloana’s mercy. The whip Sloana had been holding was n