Star Trek Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He quickly picked it up and read the message that had just come in: "I have a special invitation for you. There's a showcase for my album tonight, and I want you to come and pretend to be my fan." Maximilian smiled faintly after reading Anastasia's message. Her sweet words warmed his heart. He whispered, "I am indeed your biggest fan, Ana. Your number one fan, and the fan who will protect you." Maximilian leaned back in his chair and twirled his cell phone in his hand. To him, Anastasia was more than just someone he loved; she was also a bright star in his sky. He would never tire of being her fan, both publicly and privately.

"You're honoring my choice, even though it's destroying you. That takes more strength than fighting." "It doesn't feel like strength." His thumb brushes across my lower lip. "It feels like slowly bleeding out." I kiss him again, softer this time, savoring. "Tell me something happy. Please. I need to remember you like this, not just the pain." Stark is quiet for a moment, then smiles slightly. "There's a female rogue who keeps bringing me food because she thinks I'm too thin. An old elf named Elara who tells terrible jokes. Marcus, the alpha, is actually decent despite looking like he could crush skulls with his bare hands." His expression softens. "And every night, I dream of you. Sometimes

“Gregor, they will think you’re crazy if you say it. I mean, seriously think about it. WE are the ones created from star dust. The ones to seed a planet from another, and it took thousands of years for that to happen. Every time we kiss, the sky lights up with a show delivered by the heavens itself. The fact it is also my birthday is just another random fact to throw in there. It is a truly crazy story, and no one would believe you if you said it.” “I am crazy, though.” He said. “At least the entire world got a show on your birthday.” “And so did I.,” she replied. “A pretty good one at that. A nice birthday present from things which at least remembered what today was.” “Oh, you think?” he as

With the force of a volcano, he yelled “That bitch Stasia made a Kobayashi Maru. Meant to fail, so you understand failure happens in life. Fucking bullshit! What game is she playing? The lose of a Luna is devastating to a pack.” “I am the bitch. Everyone, please settle down,” Stasia turns out to be the human at Canon funeral. The fucking chick with ass. She stood a 5 ft something, all in black. I had no idea they made jump boots that small. Black cargo paints, black t-shirt, never looked so fucking sexy. A glock strapped to her side, knifes everywhere. Brown hair braided and put in buns. Blue piercing eyes. Fuck me please, I think I am in love. At least for the night. “Stop drooling Mark.

I said honestly I could see his face getting tinted in pink, wait! Was he blushing? Wait since when was I this dumb? His voice broke my train of thoughts when he started speaking, “you know Stella, I remember seeing you for the first time in Chicago, at the airport more precisely when you were boarding our plane to Boston, I thought you were really beautiful, but I didn’t think much of it since I thought that may be the last time I will see but luck turned out that you were also going to attend felicity, I didn’t even realize Kate leaving us and going and sitting with you on the plane, I didn’t quiet see you after we landed in Boston until our little argument in the English class, I was shoc

he explained as two warriors stepped into his office. My heart began pounding furiously in my chest, and a terrifying feeling settled deep in my guts. My stomach churned in fear of what came next. Before Alpha Riker began to speak again, my father and Channing Stinson stepped into the room. “Tyler, I had hoped that you would have found Vanessa and brought her safely home, and minimized your punishment. However, you did not do that and have additionally admitted to committing eighteen acts of mate bond betrayal,” he stated, and then paused before he continued.

he growled, “ I told you to leave!” My eyes narrowed on her features, at her hands reaching for him as the sudden realization crossed my mind. She was obsessed with him. Oh good lord, the stupid boy dated his stalker. A real life crazy fan turned ex stalker. I’ve had a run in with a few Shootingstars that is Justin Star’s loyal fan base, and they were plainly putting, inhumane savage beings. “We can fix it! Fix us!” she cried out. “Are you deaf?” I was wondering the same thing.

“Tell Mr Stark that you had a wet dream about hi-“ I fumbled with the screen until I hit the end call button, my heart hammering. I stood frozen in place, contemplating my next move. When people say there are the kind of friends you just can’t put on loudspeaker, they’re talking about Indra. Fucking hell, the woman has a loose foul mouth. “I can ignore many things, but not that,” I squealed – like an actual when Mr Stark’s arm pulled my naked body flush against his now dressed body, except for the unbuttoned shirt. “Wanna tell me about the delightful dream you had?” he smirked at me. “No?” my voice comes out small.

“If this is a lie, we’ll burn it down together.” The path wove tighter, its gossamer threads growing warmer, weaving visions of their deepest desires—Kade and Jessica married under a starlit sky, Selene reunited with her lost love, Lucas forgiven by his father, Bryan alive and whole. The nexus’s heartbeat pulsed softly, blending with the star’s hum, a melody that promised forever but felt like a lover’s false vow. The starfield above shimmered, constellations forming hearts and hands, yet a faint shadow slithered through them, like a crack in their trust.