Station 19 Fanfic Novels & Stories

The Space Station was their home. Now, it's their coffin... and the world's most expensive weapon. The International Space Station (ISS), a decades-long monument to human collaboration, has been given a death sentence. In just 60 days, it will be plunged into the deepest, loneliest part of the Pacific Ocean: Point Nemo. Aboard the aging station, Dr. Elara Vance and her crew desperately need 90 more days to complete their life-saving project—a revolutionary cure for the global water crisis. But their pleas are dismissed by the ruthless CEO, Director Cyrus Thorne. Elara discovers the terrifying truth: Thorne isn't just retiring the station; he's weaponizing it. The forced crash is a calculated act of sabotage, set at a catastrophically steep angle to guarantee the total destruction of all evidence, including their project and their crew. Worse, the crash is targeting an impossible, surgically precise coordinate at Point Nemo—the cover-up for a dark, unknown purpose. Faced with this betrayal, Elara and her crew initiate a mutiny, launching the Ghost Orbit protocol to hijack the station and boost its altitude. Thorne immediately retaliates, seizing control from Earth and accelerating the crash sequence to ensure the astronauts die on schedule. In a terrifying, high-stakes battle, the crew fights the forces of Earth while their habitat breaks apart. They fail to save the station, but in a final, harrowing sacrifice, they jettison a heavily reinforced escape pod, surviving the catastrophic plunge. Now stranded, silent, and presumed dead in the remotest corner of the world, these "ghosts" have only one mission left: expose Thorne’s conspiracy and deliver the truth before the secret of Point Nemo is buried forever.

During college, while we were dating, Elias Longheart would bring me breakfast every day. There would be two portions—one for me, and one for my dormmate, Winnie Romger. For me? It was always the same—buns and oatmeal. For her? It was always different—a meal that was nutritionally balanced with meat and vegetables. Even on my birthday, he gave out gifts in pairs. For me, it was just four simple greeting cards. For her, it was concert tickets, a handmade crystal collage photo frame, a dreamy white dress, and a promise ring. … It wasn't until our graduation trip, when the three of us arrived at the train station, that everything became clear. The two of them passed through with no issue after scanning their IDs—but I was stopped at the gate. Elias slapped his forehead in frustration, giving an awkward, apologetic smile. "I was so focused on booking Winnie's ticket that I forgot yours. Look, we've already passed through. Don't waste the money—next time, I'll take you on a proper trip. It'd be just the two of us." Winnie patted her chest and assured me confidently, "Don't worry, girl. I'll keep an eye on him for you." Watching the two of them walk away side by side, laughing and chatting, I let out a bitter smile. I didn't want to keep lying to myself anymore. I turned and bought a ticket home. "Dad? That requirement for me to marry after graduation? I'll agree to it. As for that internship candidate you suggested—Elias Longheart? Cancel it."

Every night at midnight, he appears. No name. No past. Only darkness, dominance, and a voice that knows every filthy secret Lila has ever hidden. When the mysterious stranger called Midnight steps out of the shadows of her Lagos high-rise and commands her to finish what she started, Lila discovers a hunger she never knew lived inside her. He doesn’t ask — he owns. He doesn’t seduce — he claims. Each encounter grows darker, more intense, more addictive, until pleasure and surrender blur into something dangerously irresistible. But as the nights deepen and Midnight’s touch brands her body and soul, Lila realizes this isn’t just a game. He knows things no ordinary man could know. And when the final night comes, she must make a choice: resist the creature who has possessed her desires… or surrender completely and become Owned by Midnight.

Contains very explicit details. For readers above eighteen. Desire doesn’t always knock politely. Sometimes, it whispers. Sometimes, it dares. This is a seductive compilation of stories where longing simmers just beneath the surface and restraint is a fragile illusion. Each story explores the moment when want outweighs reason, when stolen glances linger too long, when touch becomes inevitable, and when giving in feels both dangerous and delicious. These are tales of chemistry that refuses to be denied, of hearts racing as fast as bodies, and of choices made in the heat of desire. Indulgent, provocative, and irresistibly addictive, "IRRESISTIBLY SINFUL" invites you to step into a world where wanting is the first sin… and the sweetest one.

Preview. After harsh and violent events that happened in past, I completely lost my faith in relationships: love and friendship both. I spent my last couple of years happily by myself and a very few people I trusted. Most of the people thought I was arrogant and self-centred and i was completely okay with that. But then a realisation hit hard, because of couple of bad people I can't stop trusting everyone. So, for a change i needed a new and fresh kick start. I transferred to another college in last year of my graduation. I loved the feeling of new and raw start. fresh me, fresh people , fresh environment and a lot better vibes. This is where the story starts... I was walking towards my class through the busy corridor just when I saw a him siting on the very first bench of Lr. 19, I saw his fair skin, his jawline, a face with a smile talking to someone on his left. My heart skipped a beat. I was petrified. He turned his face towards me while i was still standing few steps from the door of the class. He smiled. And I realised he was not the one i had a crush on but indeed he looked almost like my crush. After 6 months... The boy i saw is my only true and dearest friend in this college... After about a year, Things change so fast and harshly that you don't even get time to understand the circumstances. The change breaks you.. It hurts but hurt eventually makes you stronger. Read to find out what really happened in the last year of her graduation....

“Say it, Sadie. Let us hear your sweet, sweet moans as you cum for us, Say it.” “oh please, please make me cum, Daddy”. Sadie whimpers, earning the praise from the four men who sit watching, as a vibrator shifts in her p*ssy, making her drip. Sadie sees stars from her climax, She trashes and turns around the bed, her eyes still on her four daddies, no—her stepbrothers. This should be forbidden. She should have never given into her fantasies, into her wants and hunger for these four mean who want her. Yet Here she was, letting her four stepbrothers fuck her with a vibrator while they watch her like their very own entertainment, their very own plaything she was theirs to own, to claim, and fuck. she craves the dominance, she craved her four daddies. “ So Tell us who owns that p*ssy baby?” “You do daddies, it’s yours.”

Welcome to Pornstation. No plot. No sweetness. No fade-to-black. Just raw, dripping, filthy sex that will leave you soaking and aching for more. From massive cocks stretching tight holes to messy cream-filled endings, each story in this collection is designed to make you cum as you read. If you’re ready for wall-slamming fucks, obscene dirty talk, and shameless pleasure that never stops, this is your station. One-handed reading highly recommended.

Beryl and Daryl are excited that they can finally attend University and live together but things complicate when Beryl’s cousin shows up to hide at their residence. The cousin is half-fairy and the three end up growing close while protecting her secret. Things start to complicate when the close trio encounter other Half-Myths and try to navigate between Schoolwork, possible romances and life-threatening situations. A certain group is out to kill her and all others like her. Will Daffodil, the Half-fairy, survive and also continue her romance with a Half-Myth of higher standing than herself?

After encountering problems at work, I lose myself in a virtual reality game. I randomly meet a male player in there and depend on my amorous interactions with him to escape reaity. We flirt with each other and have roleplay; he grunts and groans over the microphone. Everything changes when I accidentally reveal my true identity. The young man next door pins me underneath him and roams his hands over my body. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. "You were great at flirting in the game, weren't you? Why can't you make those noises now?"

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.