The Beatles Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Elena leaned in and stuck her nose under Knight's armpit, taking a long inhale, "such a pity that I have to do this to you. If only you didn't get his mark that night..." "I can smell your arousal and it's discussing." Knight said in an indifferent tone, "I'm not your mate, but I feel sorry for him that he's assigned to a slut." "I know," Elena giggled, not at all bothered by Knight's cold words, "and I feel sorry for myself that I was assigned to Raven's stupid little beta, Noah." Knight rose an eyebrow: "THAT I didn't know." "But Noah is a good boy and he would never tell," Elena's hand slid down to Knight's abdomen, counting his eight packs with her finger seducingly, "I guess I do owe it

TikTok edits, memes, even poorly drawn fan art of me handing her the bear while sparks flew on the ice. Marcus dropped beside me, still scrolling. “Look at this one. ‘Kane buying Danica a teddy bear after trying to break her all season = peak character development.’ There’s already fan art. Someone drew you two on the ice with a teddy bear between you and little hearts floating around. It’s blowing up.”

“Oooh, that’s the most party rocker in our squad. That’s Mea.” This time, it was Kent’s turn to raise his brow on her. “You? I thought you knew nothing but be sarcastic.” The girls almost snorted upon hearing him. “Huh, really! I thought you knew nothing but be a lecher,” Mea countered bravely. Thor, Deuss, and Erric all laughed. Paul Sohan asked, “What’s a lecher?” “I’ll tell you later,” said Thor. “Miss, believe it or not, Kent’s a virgin,” he revealed, and laughter arose again.

"That… Oh, you'll be surprised to hear this too, Lucas." "What? Just say it." "Mila Stones was proposed to by her boyfriend and they intend to go on an overseas trip during their engagement. Isn't that amazing, Lucas?" "Yeah, great. But it's not that amazing, anyway," Lucas Lewis said, sounding like he was envious and feeling belittled. In fact, Lucas added, "I can also take you on trips abroad if you want. It was really easy for me, you know that, right?"

I know that Beatrice and Dylan were having sex again and I am so fucking jealous and the pain cannot subside anymore. "Make a background check for that motherfucker, I want to ruin him, Fabian..." I ordered my Beta as I gritted my teeth in deep pain.

“So that’s the kind you like, eh? Good, that’s not a problem!” He wondered, what would happen once he had all three of the Assex ladies brought down together when the time comes? Alex would be so angry that he would throw up blood! He wanted Alex to live the remainder of his life in sorrow and regret from now on. *** At the same time, in a certain private room in the restaurant, Beatrice’s face was flushed from all the wine that she had drank. Mona Weiss was also with her. The other two were Zendaya’s fans—one was Harry Trump, while the other was Yeferson. They were both from Michigan University.

As he logged into the laptop with his Transfer Code, Jehlani and the twins were strangling him with their eyes. He could feel it, and after logging in, he looked up. He shifted forward on his seat, enough for his face to stay on Beatrice's neck since he's directly behind her. "Till you and your girls apologize to the Colt" Beatrice looked back, and he smiled intentionally, nodding as their eyes clashed hard. "Fùck you, and your Flinks fandom." She muttered. "You can't fùck all my fans, you can only fùck me." He replied flatly.

Bella might as well go back to being a rice bug. Using the script as a fan, Bella sighed. Even the wind she fanned was hot; what terrible weather! She yawned, feeling sleepy but too hot to fall asleep, it was unbearable! At that moment, David showed up with a basket of fruits. Over the past few days, the two had become familiar, and Bella wasn't being formal with him anymore. His fans visited every now and then, and Bella was constantly overwhelmed by them. Not just him, but other fans visited too. In comparison, she seemed forlorn; who knew who she was?

“Felix Lockhart. Seventeen years old. Lead singer of the British rock band Fable. Human.” “That’s not what I mean,” I say, feeling my face flush. “You don’t remember ever… um… being someone else?” I ask, waiting for him to start laughing again, before I continue. “I have these dreams about you. About you and me actually. I think it’s long ago. You’re some sort of prince, and we’re on a beach and we’re… um– ” “I have them too,’ he says. “Every night, as far back as I can remember.”

“Josh, I can’t agree with this marriage… Are you crazy? Sob-sob. I want to die.” “I believe Josh’s account must have been hacked. His other half must be a beautiful celebrity or a girl from a rich family. It can’t be her…” “Oh my god! The man of my dreams has fallen in love with someone else. Sob-sob… Annabeth, give me my man back.” “Sob-sob… I feel heartbroken. Ahh… Josh, this isn’t right for an idol.” Josh Batton’s fans were all crying their lungs out in the comment section.