Romans & histoires The 100 Fanfic

The guards look at me like I've lost it. [Hector, I can't reach you. I'm losing my mind.] [They say if you bleed enough, the person you miss will appear in your dreams. So every night I cut my skin. It hurts, but the more I bleed, the happier I feel—because then I dream of you.] ... Ten thousand messages, all the same unhinged rambling. One thing was clear—Donna's mind was gone.

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Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

I need to heat up my mate and maybe, just maybe, she will purr for me again. *** Don't think I forgot about Rondy. He's about to heat up his dead vampire in Part 8.

Which is why I haven’t been using it ever since I started writing 1001 Dark Tales. Yes, I could have written it quicker, but 1001 Dark Tales are dark romance tales. I’m not ashamed of anything I write, but I would rather not act out the scenes with three males who I don’t even know their names or what they look like. I push those thoughts away as I put the quill down and grabbed my other manuscripts, leafing through them. Each of them was only partly done and would benefit from using the quill on them. Before I could pull one out, though, I heard a knock at my door.

“I thought rape fantasy really turns you on, does it?” She gulped down the drink to avoid answer. “One question only, now it’s my turn. How many girls have you been with? Like serious relationship?” I shrug. “Four. One high school sweetheart, dated three in college. Most of my relationships last more than half a year.” “Really? Half a year?” “Yeah, you don’t believe it?” “I thought you are a toxic F boy or something.” “If you know me enough you will know that I have grown up in a loving family and therefore cultivate an extremely healthy idea of relationship.”

Alas, my mate’s heart belonged to Anna as well. At our first mating ceremony, Anna broke a glass and cut her hand. Scooping her into his arms, August bolted to the infirmary without so much as a glance at me. Despite my pleas through mindlink for him to come back, he tore hard into me. “Sophina Morgart! Anna is your sister! How can you be so selfish when she’s bleeding?” Little did he know, I was hunched over in excruciating pain from his silent rejection.

As usual, all the students are looking at us, mostly looking at Cream or the others, no one ever really looks at me or maybe I can't see it because I'm always looking at the floor but all of a sudden when Coco suddenly turns and says "Ah, Caramel!" I jump a little, Cream's hand being the only thing holding in me place as I say "Y-Yeah?" He's carrying up his phone "A fanfiction about us both is ranking number one in fanfic on W*****d!" A visible cringe shows on my face as I say "U-Us?" Chocolate turns around completely, now walking backwards as he says "Yep! Me and you! Yeah, yeah, I know I can't like kiss you or whatever but in this book, you really like sex! Which isn't a lie, you literally

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But I did not miss the panic that flashed briefly in his eyes. “Joe, we’ve been together for such a long time. Don’t you know my size?” I feigned calmness as I replied and suppressed my desire to cry. “It’s our tenth anniversary today. I got too excited and bought you the wrong size.” Joseph leaned over with a gentle look and kissed me softly. “But everything looks nice on you.” His kiss gradually deepened, and he easily slipped off my undergarments. “Yulia,” he muttered. “Joe, I’m tired from all the fun today. I want to rest.” When I said that, I could see him breathe a sigh of relief. It broke my heart.