Novel & Cerita Station 19 Fanfiction

SEPTEMBER'S POV " I'll make you mine. Mark my words, soon to be Mrs. September Zachary Wilson." I blinked twice to register his words in my brain and as soon as I realized what actually meant, my body froze in fear. September Zachary Wilson. Every nerve in my body screamed to earse those words from my brain and just disappear away from his eyes which were looking back at me with seriousness reflecting from them. " Wha-t?" I asked still in shock and that's when his lips curled into one of his dangerous smirk.

I nod to the alcove attracting the attention. "No, Mistress, fire play is only performed at station five. You're looking at station three." "Let's see what's going on." We walk over and the crowd is so thick it's hard to see what's happening in the scene. Adam is taller than I am and I glance up and see a look of pure bliss cross his face. I can't help wondering if this is the Dom who left him.

*** THE YEAR 2019 "You should have said it to me the first time you applied as my maid. So I would know right then and there that you have a problem," Paul mumbled softly as Stan clutched the hem of his jacket. He furrowed his eyebrows by that saying and he averted his eyes towards the two of them.

Instead I stood there trembling, nipples tight against silk, every nerve ending screaming for something I refused to name. Ethan’s eyes flicked down my body and back up, slow and deliberate. “Twenty-nine days left,” he said. “Tick-tock.” Then he dove into the pool without another word, cutting through the water like a blade, leaving me standing on the edge shaking with rage and something a lot darker. I didn’t go inside until the city lights blurred from the tears I refused to let fall. And when I finally made it to my bed, alone under the twelve-thousand-thread-count sheets, I didn’t even pretend to reach for Victor’s side.

CRYING while trembling with anger Patricia consumed all the wine in her glass. Then she stare again at the new issue of a magazine with the face of her most hated woman in the world on the cover. None other than Lana. It's been a month since she and Andrew last spoke in his office and just as the young man told her. He has not even renewed his contract with the agency.

“Elise won’t do something stupid, Brad. Besides, she’s the only one we can fck without a worry. My slut is as loyal as a dog. Right, honey?” My lips trembled as I nodded at him. “Y-Yes…” Stan chuckled evilly before he pulled himself up and stood beside the bed just in front of me. “Good girl. Now suck me. Two rounds are not enough as punishment.” *** The night was cold and peaceful, but my heart just won’t stop beating so fast in fear. I was waiting for Stan to finally leave my house. My body felt so sore, and I feel like I’m dying from exhaustion, but I have to do this. I love him, blindly before, but after what he did today, not anymore. I want to escape from his hell, and I will.

Mara had texted us only once after we left Portland. Burner to burner. Coordinates and instructions, nothing more: Union Station safety deposit vault. Box 417. Key under the third bench from the east entrance, taped underneath. Midnight. Be invisible. Then she disappeared again. No follow-ups. No explanations. That was Mara’s way. We arrived at 11:42 p.m. Chicago time. Union Station looked almost ghostly at that hour. The great hall still held echoes of daytime crowds, but now the space felt hollow—marble floors reflecting dim overhead lights, announcements bouncing off the high ceiling in lonely bursts of sound.

((SENA)) I felt dizzy as his train entered my tunnel, over and over. The sleeping Mt. Apo inside me seemed to have awakened. There were jets flying above me and I didn’t have a care if his nuclear bomb was radioactive. Until the last sway of his hips, I had weird thoughts. It was done. Sean's illness won over me again. He gently bit my shoulder as he released the remains of his seed inside me. I could still feel his hardness deep down there.

Since he couldn’t chase her openly, he’d resorted to pulling these second-rate tricks behind the scenes. Did he actually think he could use public opinion to win her back? What a joke. Stephen got up, headed downstairs, and drove out to pick Stellar up. Meanwhile, inside the lab… "Are these people blind? That dirtbag has nothing going for him. Sad puppy my ass, he’s just gross," Lilian snapped, fuming at the headlines. "Don’t let it get to you, sweetheart," Autumn said gently, clearly distressed. Stellar smiled calmly. "It’s alright. I already know how to fix this."

Stacy: The party was already buzzing but now and then, I could still feel my eyes straying back to Brake, he was just standing there, with his back resting on the pillar while his hand was in his pant pocket. His tousled hair makes him look super handsome. I shut my eyes, wanting to avoid staring at him because the more I tried to avoid him, the more my eyes and my wolf longed for him. The more I remember that kiss we shared at the hut. I know I shouldn’t be looking at him, I shouldn’t be having dirty thoughts about him because he is not the kind of mate I wanted. ‘Oh yeah, not the kind of mate you want but you couldn’t stop looking at him with the same expression even after the rejection.’