Total Drama Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The first entry stated, “I married the cold, ruthless billionaire, and my life is a living hell.” The second entry stated, “Maisie White tortures me for getting married to Dominic Foster.” The last entry stated, “I have finally fallen in love with the heartless Dominic Foster.” My head was throbbing with pain, although Raina and I never got along, and she always bullied me, but this was plain foolishness; I was caught between the Devil and the deep blue sea. I paced around “Raina’s” room, thinking of what to do next. I decided to go downstairs.

“Phoebe, darling—you remember Damon’s ex-wife? The Crosses have taken her in. Isn’t it marvelous? A modern fairy tale.” Phoebe, rosy and kind-faced, looked stricken. “Mya, I’m so sorry for what you’ve gone through. If there’s anything I can—” “Thank you,” Mya said, and she meant it. But the floor felt a degree off, as if it had shifted a fraction under her heels.

Dom was slightly tanned with dark brown hair and eyes that matched his dishevelled locks. "That’s not fair, I wanted to sit with you Jasper" Lauren whined crossing her arms across her chest for added effect in her attempt to steal shot gun from Liam. "Sorry my love, I promise on the ride back the front seat is all yours" Jasper reasoned with her from the driver’s seat that he was sat in. Lauren playfully groaned but reluctantly climbed over Dom and into the middle seat.

My ears starts feeling like someone was pulling it off before I finally submit to the coursing torture that is swallowing me whole. XXX Lily collapses on the ground, her half-transformed body hitting the ground with a thud. Her eyes are closed, her heartbeat heavy but so slow. It slowly starts to fade and dread creeps up in my heart.

“Are you guys official? Like—official-official?” “We live together,” I said before I could stop myself. Her jaw dropped. “You what?” “I wasn’t hiding it,” I added quickly. “It’s just a lot. But it’s good. Really good.” She whistled. “Lana Reyes. The main character. And the plot twist. Nathan Cross in love? Living together? This is full prestige drama energy.” I laughed. Actually laughed. For a moment, the pressure lifted—like sunshine through fog. But the second we stepped outside, it returned.

I had seen that face four days ago. I had seen it buried in a pillow on my own bed. I had seen her naked, fucking my husband. I had heard her scream Caleb’s name while I stood in the doorway. Cathy. The model. The "colleague." The woman who had helped destroy my marriage was standing in the middle of the clubhouse, wearing a Midnight Reapers support shirt. My stomach lurched violently. Bile rose in my throat. Reaper said something to her and she threw her head back, laughing again. She leaned in and kissed him. It was a deep, open-mouthed kiss that staked her claim.

Grave Groaning, I pulled the blonde closer, thrusting harder while she moaned beneath me, nails dragging down my chest. Her legs trembled around my waist, but it wasn’t enough. None of it was enough. Because she wasn’t her. Every damn time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Lyra Cross. Her mouth. Her attitude. Those dangerous fucking eyes. I knew we were playing a reckless game, but I couldn’t stop myself from wanting more. The girl was poison and danger, and it intrigued me. It’s only natural I love danger.