Stan X Kyle Fanfiction Novels & Stories

After Emilia discovers her fiance Jayden in a party with another woman, she sees the real of him. He had used her to get his new job position and constantly looked down on her. She is ready to drink her sorrows away, but she never expected to fall unconscious or into the bed of another man! When she falls pregnant she is in a dilemma. The mystery stranger was none other than Richard Kane, Billionaire President of Kane Group and her ex-fiances boss! And even worse, he came to her home proposing marriage. Complicated feelings arise as she becomes this cold President’s secret weapon, bonds are formed. Her ex once called her useless, now she would prove him wrong.

Kyle Waugh wants something from Dawn. That's all. They decide to give this marriage a go for one year, and if it works out, Dawn will become the senior design editor in Kyle's parent firm and receive a fantastic divorce settlement. Kyle wants her to sleep in his bed, hold his hand at night, wear his ring on his finger at all times, and keep working for him. He also wants to convince his sceptical father that they are happily married and in love, and he's settled enough to run Waugh Industries. Dawn Brooks wants nothing more than stability and would marry a mysterious man to give her the stability she deserves. Even though she slowly learns that Kyle's heart has inbuilt cold walls, she'll do anything to keep the company job and never return to her parents. For now, she'll sleep in his bed, kiss him goodnight with a hole in her heart. Her heart may skip whenever Kyle is around, and his touch may ignite nerves that she never knew existed, but she won't actually give in to him. Would she? After all, she can be his wife if she can put her mind to it.

"It's already 7am, where is Ms. Martin?" I opened the door to my office, exhausted and tired. Another sleepless night. I was taken aback from the scene in front of me. Paris, was randomly dancing with her headphones on. Singing loudly to the lyrics to what seems like a Korean song. "Hello Mr. Hernandez, Go on, tell me I'm late now. Bloody bastard, I went out to get your coffee so you didn't have to drink it cold but i won't do that today because you'd rather your stupid coffee cold than your assistant being a considerate person. RIGHT?" "Glad to hear your thoughts towards me. Ms. Martin." I tapped her shoulder and saw her horrified face when she realized, I heard and saw it all. --- Paris Martin, a girl full of life is given a job as the most ruthless CEO's assistant. Felix Hernandez is a man of his word. He doesn't lie and he hates liars. Paris being the clumsiest person and Felix the most stiff. Felix being Paris' forever bully doesn't help her. When Felix finally ends up ruining Paris, he realizes how horribly he treated her. How will he bring back the sun-like Paris? Will he be able to bring back his best friend's clumsy sister?

On the night of her birthday, Celeste Morrigan loses everything her parents dead in an accident, her sister in bed with her boyfriend, and her uncle stealing her inheritance. Branded cursed for her gift of visions, she flees to Nocturne, a shadowed bar where rogues and alphas mingle. One drunken night, the ruthless Alpha Kaelith Draven mistakes her for his long-dead mate and claims her, leaving Celeste broken, but not beaten. Weeks later, a secret blooms within her his child. Determined to protect her baby, Celeste builds a new life among rogues, her gift sharpening into power. But fate isn’t done with her. Kaelith’s pack demands a Luna, his wolf craves her, and enemies circle with blades and lies. Caught between betrayal and destiny, Celeste must decide: will she remain the cursed orphan everyone despises or rise as the Luna who brings empires to their knees?

Andrew Calebs never wanted to return to Blackwood, a town filled with memories he’s spent years trying to escape. Hoping to survive his final year unnoticed, Andrew’s plans fall apart after a reckless night at a party leads to a one night stand with a stranger named Mark Shawn. The next morning, Andrew discovers Mark is the new literature professor at his high school. Determined to pretend nothing happened, Mark keeps his distance, but the attraction and tension between them only grow stronger. When they give in to their feelings a second time, everything changes. Daniel Reyes, the manipulative student council president, secretly obtains footage exposing their relationship and leaks it to the entire school. As rumors spread and Mark’s career begins to collapse, Andrew’s dark past resurfaces, threatening to destroy him all over again. Now both of them must decide whether to fight the chaos surrounding them—or run before Blackwood ruins them completely.

Roseline's stomach turned and her fist clenched tightly around the handle of the big travel box beside her. She heard the clanging sound of the metallic head of Thompson's belt meeting the ground. Next, quite footsteps. Then, Thompson appeared in her view, like a ghost she didn't believe existed. He was completely bare, with his hairy chest rising and falling slowly, his cock shooting out in front like a gun ready to be fired, his balls bloated from desire, swinging from side to side as he walked closer to bed. Roseline's feet stuck to the ground and her eyes refused to blink as they looked on. "That's it, my boy. Hmm! I like what I see", the red hair gasped, rolling her eyes longingly at Thompson. As Thompson climbed unto the bed, his eyes totally locked in hers, she drew her breasts closer him, then, proceeded to rock the big pumpkins against the flushed skin of his face. "You like them?", she asked, moaning lightly. Thompson paused. Then, in a defiant move of uncontrollable desire, dug his chin into her breasts, burying his entire face in them. "Ouch", she gasped, then broke into a weak laugh, pushing his head more into her chest. "The damn bra", she spoke again, twisting uncomfortably as she threw her hands behind her to unhook the material. But Thompson caught her hands. Without words, his head still hidden in her cleavage, he slowly returned her hands to his head. Obliging to his silent command, she cackled loudly, pressing her chest even more into his face and then, with her tongue, glided across his neck and ears hungrily. Roseline froze. She wanted to scream but in that moment, she forgot how to.

Ethan Richard, the cold CEO of Richard’s Tech Enterprises, has never let emotions interfere with business—until Daniel Reyes, his new assistant, saves him from a disastrous board meeting. It begins as a late nights of acts of kindness, but soon grows into an undeniable attraction. The office gossip, a scheming rival, and the weight of reputation threaten to tear them apart. When Ethan risks everything to declare his love, Daniel must decide if he’s willing to stand by him. Will love conquer power and fear, or will secrets and sacrifice destroy their chance at happiness?

Elena Vale never knew her father. Raised in hardship after her mother’s heroic sacrifice, she devoted her life to becoming the best Pack Healer in the Silvermist Pack. But when the Moon Goddess fated her to Alpha Damien—the very son of the couple her mother died protecting—Elena thought her life was finally turning around. Until he rejected her. Labeled a weak, unwanted orphan, Elena was cast aside as unworthy of the Luna title. Forced to attend Damien’s wedding to his new bride, the cruel and entitled Samantha, Elena endured brutal public humiliation. Just as she was about to lose the last shred of her dignity, a powerful stranger intervened. That stranger was Lucien Draven—the mysterious and dangerously magnetic Lycan King. Drawn to each other by a force neither of them could resist, one night of forbidden passion changed Elena’s fate forever. She never expected to wake up marked… and carrying the King’s children. But as secrets unravel, enemies close in, and a crown hangs in the balance, Elena must choose—will she remain the rejected orphan? Or rise as the Queen destiny always intended her to be?

Peter Wayne, is a painter known for being playful. He was only rumored to be like that, but he hasn't slept with any women. Then, while being drunk by his friends, he had an affair with a woman. So she left and left him some money. Peter was considered a concubine, so his friends laughed at him. Mia Joan is a quiet person, who always lives in her shell after losing a loved one by her side. But her shadowy life is illuminated by Peter, a man she once considered troublesome. He was so good, that he reached out to pull her out of the scary darkness. Their love begins there. The cynical, immoral painter fell in love with a cold, pure novelist and screenwriter.

For the sake of that fake heiress, my biological parents and brother threw me into a horror game to "teach me some manners." The second the game started, the fake heiress, Nicole, went out of her way to provoke the ghosts nonstop. Once she'd pissed them off, she shoved me in front of her to take the punishment. As I lay there, tortured within an inch of my life, she planted her foot on my head and smirked. "Mom and Dad already made it clear—I'm the only one they truly love. They only brought you back to keep me entertained! Letting you deal with those ghosts for me is more than generous. If you dare complain, once my brother and the others get back, they'll skin you alive." In my past life, I treated them like family and gave in every single time. In the end, I was nothing but a stepping stone for them to beat the game—torn apart and devoured by over a dozen ghosts. But now, I've been reborn. "Welcome to Horror Instance: Happy Home." The moment I heard that mechanical announcement, I slapped the arrogant Nicole so hard she flew across the room. Because in this instance, the three bosses that terrorized every player… were all my family. The red-dressed female ghost who killed without hesitation was my adoptive mother. The monster with scissors for hands who ripped out hearts with a single swipe was my adoptive father. And the ruthless warden who devoured people whole, leaving no bones behind, was my adoptive brother. With them watching my back, why the hell would I keep putting up with this? A mocking smile curled across my lips as I said, "You're on my turf; none of you are getting out alive."