Ted Lasso Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"We need rings." "Use this," Lysander pulled off his watch—a fake Rolex. "And... Vespera, give me your hair tie." Vespera blinked. "My...?" "The elastic. Give it here." With shaking hands, Vespera reached under her veil and pulled the elastic band from her hair. Her carefully styled up-do collapsed, wet strands falling around her face. Lysander shoved the elastic onto her ring finger. It was too tight. It cut off her circulation immediately.

He flicked his braid back over his shoulder. Trying to maintain my new warmonger persona, I threw a phone at him. “Start making calls, Lars” “Oh, yes, Rasmus” he twittered at me, fluttering his eyelashes and pouting. Despite it all, I laughed. I didn’t know that I agreed – or believed him, but the idea that Leda might truly be mine made me feel godlike. *** I watched, powerless, as the lightning bolts cracked across the sky; scorching my armies with alarming accuracy.

“We take you apart until there’s nothing left that doesn’t belong to us.” I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers again — softer this time, but no less dangerous. “Excited yet, Bunny?” Her eyes were wide, pupils blown, chest rising and falling too fast. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun…” Lorenzo purred directly into the mind-link, his cruel laughter curling around the words like smoke.

“Now, focus on the necklace. Feel the curve of the pendant. Let the diamond graze your fingertips.” Layla followed her instructions without thinking twice. Something started tickling her neck. A quick flash, like someone just took a picture appeared in her mind’s eye. Then a vision that nearly made her jump appeared before her. She was standing in front of a mirror. Her hair was shorter, and she had what looked like reddish highlights around the bang area of her dark hair. She looked younger, and she was wearing a green as grass, long-sleeved top and black jeans she had never seen before – and she was smiling. Alec was putting the necklace on for her. When he fastened the clasp, he nuzzled t

/Fucking watch Elle/ I growl at Lucas whilst bracing myself to lift the silk-clad manatee back upright, pushing her chocolate and grey hair away from her tear-stained face. /We’re leaving. No treaty, no deal. Burn the fucking bridge down. We’re done with Kallio./ and waited for him to agree whilst I helped calm down Luna Sana. In the process I managed to tug at the bonds on one of her wrists. Her eyes still held the same cat-like tilt as Cass but there the similarity ended.

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ My nails dug into the armrest. Lena was hysterical now, clawing at my ribs, whispering "second chance, mate" in my head. From the way his pupils dilated, he smelled it too. The bond between us. He was a strong wolf, and so was I, but I won't let him nor the moon goddess get what they want.

Crossing his arms with a smirk, “I didn’t know your past would be so interesting, but you surprised me.” Someone told him. He wouldn’t speak in riddles if the information wasn’t solid. “What did Bonnie tell you?” I asked, silently praying she didn’t because that meant she signed my death warrant. Except that is who Bonnie is. I always loved her more than she loved me, and betrayal was in her nature. Lazarus lifts my dress, using the knife to cut through the fabric. “I think you are aware of your sister’s ability to lie.” The dress was split into two pieces and Lazarus shredded the rest with his bare hands, showcasing his strength made my skin run hot. Until he used the knife to cut my lacy t

I asked him and started looking around to see what might have him alerted. “Cinnamon and apples.” Maddox’s tail is now going 100 miles per hour. He’s jumping threw invisible hoops in my head. “Shitballs.” I muttered “What? Find something useful?” Legolas asked looking up from the 350-year-old book he was attempting to comprehend. “We got to get out of here. She’s here” “Who’s here?” “The runt. Let’s go!” I say closing books and putting them on a rack for the librarians to put back on the shelf.

“You’re late to the party. I was just finishing up with your little Luna. She's my Lena, you know that right? She was mine.” The mention of her name on his lips makes my blood turn cold. I launch myself at him, our knives clashing as the room erupts into a deadly struggle. His strength matches mine, but I’m driven by something far more powerful—rage. Our knives clash, metal on metal, as we both fight for control. He laughs, that sick, twisted sound I remember too well. “She loved it, you know,” he taunts, his voice filled with malice. “Every little game I played with her. The tears, the pain… she begged for more.”

Luna lied without batting an eye: "No, just choosing your photos." Danny bit his lip, the collar around his neck a source of discomfort. He tugged at it, but to no avail. "Shall we continue?" In the study. "You saw it, right? Today was quite traditional - red ropes, collar, ball gag. But he's young, his tanned nipples appealing, his muscular frame straining against the bonds, enhancing the aesthetics." Alex closed his eyes, envisioning Luna administering the same to him instead of Danny. "I saw your photo; your chest is stunning, your nipples a delicate pink. If it were you, the effect might surpass today's post."