Star Trek The Next Generation Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

His nostrils flared as he squeezed her fingers. "We have all weekend to play. Just you and me." He swore in his alien language and sounded so brutal. Galene ran her hands down his carved chest. "Your human body is just as perfect as your mesaphinean form. We're compatible like this, and when you touch me… my skin turns to fire." She touched her lips to his collarbone. Stralath lifted her and carried her to the bedroom. Her telepathic senses felt his hunger raging, which ate at her control. Would they destroy or heal each other's wounds?

He couldn’t hold back the amused smile on his face, as he saw the horror written clearly on the other two’s expressions. “Don't tell me I wasted it.” He grunted at them. Jimmy tried to crawl to the gate but his one good arm could not carry him. When Stefan grunted at them about not wasting his portal, Spock turned guiltily around to his companion. Spock had almost stepped through the portal, leaving Jimmy behind. “Let me help you through, Jimmy.” Jimmy drawled his sarcastic thank you but it sounded ridiculous since he was having difficulty speaking. Stefan helped Jimmy to his feet, smiling at the pain written across his features. He helped Spock carry him to the portal and then pushed them t

Gen could see through her soul, her deepest and darkest secrets. "Ms. Gen left a while ago, she won't be back till tomorrow. Enjoy your birthday. It's not every day you turn seventeen" Another girl sat down before Skylar, Stella, a she-wolf who had been in love with Jackson for decades but the male wolf chose to ignore her.

I’d went on with my night very fine and Indra’s exaggerating over this because she’s looking for a bone to pick with Mr Stark. “Okay fine,” I said pausing the episode. “Maybe I was hurt, seeing her touch him like that. And I quickly realised that it was wrong of me to assume that Mr Stark would drop everyone else, just because he slept with me. That’s not going to happen. We all know that. For all I know, he probably sees me as one of his booty calls now,” I said. “I don’t like him that way. And this doesn’t bother me,” Indra smiles at me and offers the popcorn. “See? Talking isn’t so bad, after all,” I rolled my eyes, laughing. I grabbed a handful of popcorn while she resume the movie.

"But I have the Origin Code now. I can manually rewrite the ship's warp-drive to pierce the multiversal fabric. We can take the Citadel directly to them." "Good," Caleb smirked, his fangs flashing in the dim light of the cell. He turned his head and kissed the curve of her neck, a stark contrast of extreme tenderness against his next, ruthless command. "System. General broadcast to the Star-Forged Archons." "Channel open, Alpha," the AI responded.

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.

They are my loves and I don't know what I would do without the next generation. The End

"That won't be necessary, Kirk. I love her now for what she is. Inside and outside, she's the true definition of beauty and a strong she-wolf." It was about time, you foolish Duncan. What had you been doing for all this time accusing my Andrea as Hybrid, Tribrid, and many other things only hell demon could do, you moron? If only Duncan was a secret warlock like Xander who could read minds, I'd be decapitating his head right now for knowing what was in my mind. "Can you go to The Nasriantra as fast as you can and come back with a great result? Oh, I'm expecting only a good result, Kirk. Do you think you can do that for me?"