Tarzan Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Bella gaped and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me while saying, “Only the most famous tycoon in Hanesburg, a gazillionaire complete with stunning looks that rival a freaking model. I know countless women who would die for just one night with me, I am one of those women by the way, but he’s, like, known for his whole celibacy thing. He would probably win an award for rejecting the most women in history. Honestly, Tara, if the Soren Hawthorne asked to meet for the sole purpose of sleeping with you. Do. It.” “I’m, not really…” “Tara. Listen to me.” Bella demanded. “There are only a few times in life where luck comes your way. This is your chance to finally get ahead, for you and for Abby.” I cri

Justin explained to her good-naturedly. In fact in his heart, he had decided to accept her, even though he didn’t love her, after all, from the look in Tania's eyes it was only a matter of time before she left their pack. “Oh, I see. But Miss Tania is really weird, she didn’t seem to be moved at all either.” Aubrey commented but she was really happy that Tania was not moved by the bond. “Maybe her disgust for me is stronger,” Justin stated. But he had no idea that Tania was worse than him, compared to him who hadn’t shifted in five years, Tania hadn’t shifted in more than seven years.

I sprinted as fast as I could, desperate to reach the ward where my brother lay. But what I saw there was heart-wrenching. My brother was surrounded by a group of doctors, his body wracked with tremors as if he were on the brink of death. I knew they wouldn't perform the necessary surgery unless I paid them, but I had no money. I considered asking Pink for help, but she was not wealthy, only her parents were. My head began to throb, and I felt utterly helpless. This situation was beyond bleak. Tarzan's POV

Tarzan wavered on his feet and used the truck for balance. “I’m not a boy anymore, Father. You’re drunk off your ass and making one out of yourself. Go home.” Daniel broke rank and approached his father. She could see the second every muscle in his body went rigid the closer he got. “Sleep it off and we can talk in the morning, or not. I don’t care anymore.” Tarzan Santillan stumbled forward and Daniel caught him. “Boy, you’re the one that almost died today. All because of that bitch you’re sharing. I didn’t make all the sacrifices raising you for you to piss them away.”

Taran’s face falls, and I can see what he is about to say is hard for him, “Tru, I know everything about you. I know your aspirations, wants, fantasies, and past. All of it made me love you more. I would call you, dove, to mess with you on occasion, but it was easy to call you because of its meaning. It fits you perfectly.” I feel my face pale, and my heart races. Taran quickly places his other hand on top of my thigh, “Don’t be embarrassed or worried. Everything I saw was perfect.” “You don’t think less of me?” I ask in a small voice. Taran shakes his head, “Not even a little. If anything, I think more of you.” He gives me a seductive smile, “I want to lock you away and have you all to myse

she whispered, grinning at me. I shrugged. “I didn’t do much, it just happened, and here I am”. “Ralph isn’t here?” She asked “Nah, he said he had things to do at home”, I replied “It’s all good, though.” “I’m excited to spend the day at the zoo. I’ve always wanted to go there, see my Favorite animals and learn more about them.” Tasha said “Me too,” I chuckled

"Not really, but we're working on that" That's a lie. The relationship between Hazel and I is nothing close to marriage. "Why are you here?" "To ask you a few questions" "You've totally lost it if you think I'm gonna reply you" he says as he gets up to leave. "What exactly did you do to Hazel that made her detest men the way she does?" I ask and he stops on his track and turns to face me. "She plans on giving the baby to me after he's born, she wants nothing to do with either of us. What exactly did you turn her into?"

She hastily stood up from the chair, replaced the book back she'd seen it and quickly walked towards the washroom. * Tarzan stood in front of the mirror, listening to the splashing sound of the water the slave used in washing her body. He closed his eyes, trying to keep ilhis hatred inside of him. He wanted to make her feel like an animal and nothing would stop him. Not even his hatred. He heard her come out of the bathroom and walking briskly to the bed. He turned slightly, saw her laying with her chest down she her back up for his taking.

Diana finally released the breath she'd been holding and sighed in relief. No gunshots. No drama. No fight scene. Tarzan had handled the fan encounter far better than she'd expected. Tarzan blinked slowly, as if emerging from a long, dark tunnel. The next fan—a young woman clutching an exclusive Silver Adams magazine—stepped forward. Tarzan offered her a gentle smile. "Sorry for the delay," he said softly. "Are you mad at me?" The fan blushed furiously, her cheeks blooming a deep pink as she clasped her hands together. "No… not at all."

replied an annoyed Torbert, flipping a middle finger at Tyr before charging in that direction. Over at the forest, Tarzan had been slashed six times now, but his will remained unbending. Despite his state, he was still giving his all to shield Lancelot and Lucia without retreating, nor letting himself fall.