Top Gun Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Mj huffed and shook her head, “naw, I dragged him across the counter and he pissed himself… but I didn't injure him.” Ed grinned and flipped the headlights on as the sun gave way to complete darkness, “well then… no harm, no foul, I can finish that story if you want, or we can talk about something else, assassin.” Ed purred her official title and Mj swatted his shoulder with the back of her hand, “ do you think Tanner is pissed?” she asked and Ed hummed a small laugh under his breath, “Yes, I think Tanner is livid… but not because his brother gave you the position, Tanner is angry because his best friend abandon the title and his mate,” Mj bit her tongue trying not to cry as she let her atte

he muttered, twisting one person's arm that wanted to stab him from behind. ——— A bullet rammed into Storm's arm from one of the other cartels. Tessa's eyes flashed red with anger. She pointed her gun at the person and rained countless bullets on the person. Storm and she might not be on speaking terms, but she still loves him. Storm looked at her, she looked away and went to the other side of the clan. ****

My stomach grumbled loudly, breaking the silence of our combined sadness. “Come on preggers, let’s get my pup some food” Gunner teased with a forced cheerfulness. I nodded my head and let him lead back to the bed. He picked up one of his t-shirts from the ground and motioned for me to lift my arms. I did so and he dragged the very large shirt down my body, it stopped about halfway down my thighs, proving just how big Gunner has gotten since taking on the Alpha role. Gunner pulled on a pair of basketball shorts, then turned and reached his hand out for mine. I grabbed his hand and interlocked our fingers, then I let him lead me from the room. The moment we opened the door, we were greeted by

Camille reluctantly walked in and her father followed then lastly, Xavier who looked back at the Building opposite the Guevara house, and he smirked…he walked in. Right at the rooftop in the building, two men lowered their rifle and hissed. “That bastard keeps getting in our way,,, I would have aimed for her head,” The first man teased packing his rifle into his luggage. The other man laughed, “I was aiming to shoot her stomach, tsk, and that bitch, Tiana is a psycho! What do we tell her?” “It failed. We will get another chance and trust me, it won’t slip,”

Great. “Zee, everything will be okay. I can see it in your eyes, you're blaming yourself. I know that you're going to be thinking about everyone else and what will happen to them, and I'm telling you, they will be okay. You will be okay” Gunner soothed as he pulled me onto his lap. The feel of his flesh against mine made my skin crawl with desire. I wrapped my legs around his back and my arms around his neck, pressing my chest up against his. My lips found the soft skin of his neck and I sucked and nibbled my way up to his jawline. I pushed my hips forward into his and Gunner’s erect dick pushed back.

Toph retorts harshly, his words like poison. “Right, and Toph here was your fiancée. My fondest memory of him? Watching him shoot his girlfriend at point-blank range right after she gave birth to his son.” Tjeck’s voice turns cold, anger radiating from him as he faces Toph. “I was 15, and Kattie was just 14 when you committed murder right in front of us.” Everyone’s eyes shift to Toph, the gravity of Tjeck’s accusation hanging heavily in the air. Even Zombie’s expression shifts, a look of aversion flickering across his face. Alec and Shine, positioned closest to Toph, instinctively step back, distancing themselves from his presence.

"You’ll be the scapegoat. The Thorne girl who slept with the enemy and caused their demise. It’s such a clean ending." She began to pull back the lever, the mechanical slide of the gun sounding final. I closed my eyes, waiting for the darkness.

If she wanted to she could bring them down, but it seems she’s committed to getting them above her head. “I knew you would be.” The sound of my zipper sliding down echoes throughout the room. God, I hope Dove sent Greta home. I would hate for her to walk in on this sight. I unbutton my slacks and reach in to grip my cock. I groan at how hard it is. It’s throbbing in my hand when I pull it out. Dove licks her lips at the sight. “Open up, birdie. I want to see how far you can take me.”