Tinkerbell Fanfic Novels & Stories

I whispered when I couldn't take it anymore. The torture was too much. He pulled away, looking into my eyes, a devilish smirk appeared on his face, making my heart tickle for some reason. He brushed his knuckles against my jawline, forcing me to arch my back. He didn't waste his time. One of his hands slipped under my dress, making me tremble. “Please, what? Do you want something from your husband, Tinkerbell?” He whispered seductively in my ear and pushed his hand further up.

“Not for the act. Not for anyone else. I need you here.” Elena nodded. She followed him through the connecting door into his suite. The room was dimly lit by a single lamp. Cassian shrugged off his shirt without ceremony, revealing the lean, powerful lines of his torso. He handed her one of his button-downs. She changed in the bathroom and emerged swimming in the fabric, sleeves rolled up. They lay on his massive bed, facing each other. No kissing. No heated touches. Just quiet breathing and intertwined fingers. “I used to dream about her,” Cassian confessed into the darkness. “Amelia. Laughing, running through the gardens. Sometimes there was another voice. A boy’s voice. I thought it was m

"I'm sad that you have a favorite, Sophie." By the time I realized how dangerous those words were, I was already thrown onto Max's bed. My hands were pinned above my head. The gentle, restrained image he usually wore was gone, replaced by something far more overwhelming. He slowly let the chill of melting ice trail across my skin. My senses climbed toward a dizzying peak. I never would've guessed that someone who seemed so noble and proper could be the biggest freak of all. His gaze burned with desire, his manhood grinding against my core without end, his hand playing with my lips, leaving me no chance to explain.

Lucas nodded and his stunning face remained composed. "Let's head in," Lucas said slowly. Then, Tinkerbell and Lucas entered the Greg family household. Tinkerbell was the proud daughter of the Greg family. Hence, it was only natural that no one would dare to block their pathway. "Who is this guy, Tinkerbell?" A little girl, looking just like a clay doll, appeared before Lucas. That little girl looked like she was around 13 to 14-years-old and was a Rank 7 Evolved One.

“Are you sure you don’t want me there? Maybe I can help get through to him. Tate can be stubborn.” I look at her, raising an eyebrow. “I was raised with four sisters, all Guardians. I know something about dealing with stubborn people.” She turns and looks at Reagan and Meadow. “I really do want to get these up. I know we’re worried about an attack coming soon.” “You go. I’ll talk to Tate.” She smiles, lifting up on her toes. “I love you, Xander.” “I love you, my little witch.”

He made it seem like she was the main chick and I was some sort of side chick trying to ruin things for them. I wished to get my mind off those things but I just couldn't, regardless of how hard I tried to do that. It was hard to imagine what I was thinking at that point. It was all beginning to look like some sort of porn movie setting between step-siblings. I just didn't want to believe that Aiden could sink so low. *** ELLIE’S POV “You're such an idiot, Ellie…” I kept saying to myself subconsciously as I was trying to come to terms with the fact I had given it all up to the wrong person.

Her breathing matched his, becoming slow and calm. In the quiet of the dimly lit room, wrapped in the scent of sandalwood and the beautiful safety of his embrace, Serena finally closed her eyes. Safe within the arms of the monster who would destroy the world to keep her breathing, she drifted into a deep sleep. And there, in the quiet aftermath of blood and fire, they slept together, bound by a dark, unbreakable thread.

“Nonsense. I’ll stay here and play on my phone in case you need something. I can’t leave you alone if you might need help.” “But I won’t be alone. Freddy is here.” “Yeah, but she’s in the same condition you are. What good would that do? I can help you both this way.” He gave her that smile that had caught her at first, and Gemma gave in. “Fine. But I’m going to be a bitch most of the day.” Freddy snorted. “Oh my god, did Tinkerbell just say she was gonna be a bitch?” Gemma shot her a look. “What? I just can’t see you being a bitch—even if you were on fire and couldn’t get anyone to put you out.”

I can tell that she thinks I'm too emotionally unstable as it is so she doesn't want to make me feel even more vulnerable by subbing to her, and I honestly prefer to spend what time we have snuggled up rather than exerting ourselves in the playroom. It doesn't happen often that my taste goes for vanilla over kink, but the fact that Bella doesn't seem to mind is balm on my tortured soul. For all her still present insecurity that her more limited interests aren't the best match for mine it's good to see that vice versa she's not just with me because I'm willing to tie her up and spank her

He grins at me, and I tilt my head—I never noticed his pointy ears before. I laugh, amused by Finn's twitching ears. "What kind of creature are you?" Finn picks me up into his arms. "Before I was locked inside that crystal ball, I used to be a fairy." My voice is drowsy. "Like Tinker Bell from Peter Pan?" "Who is Tinker Bell and Peter Pan?" I like his confusion; it makes me smile wider. "I'm going to call you Tink." "Sleep well, Patricia," Finn says, stifling a laugh. "Using the wind element for the first time must have been exhausting, but you did well. I'm very proud of you, and I hope we can become friends."