Undertale Fanfic Novels & Stories

Naturally, the countless spectators were astonished—that was stronger than Leroy, who was locked at that age group now. Even Udal asked suspiciously, "How the hell did the Alliance get such a star? Could they be a Sancturian?" "That could well be it!" Murin nodded somberly. "Tobek is an elder of the Taran Sword Sect, while Tobik is an elder of the Azure Mystic Sect. Both are Sanctuarian sects too, so we're just not sure which sect mystery fighter there is from." Caleb too was staring fixedly at the gray-robed figure, his eyes narrowed. "Ether Lord rank eight? With Overlord's Rage, Blood God Order, unlocked warrior seals, and Guardian on top of that… I just might win."

The bar lady asked seeing his glass empty. "Please" he said pushing it forward. The reports, once prince, then king Raymondias Vladimir Dracul fell in love with an Omega twin blood named Tala Tamaska, he cleared his throat, its like a dog falling in love with a fruit bat in his eyes, Danté didn't give a damn how strong love is, try screwing a dog whilst your dick is attached to a bat... What does one even call that? Beasteality? Inter species porn? It sickened him.

Lucifer asserted, tucking his hands inside his sweatpants and stomped towards the door. "Thank you so much! Really!" She appreciated. But he ignored her and shuts the door behind him. Angela sat there without letting go of her rusty smile. 'Is he a tsundere?' Angela wondered. She tossed those thoughts away and opened messenger on her phone, and texted her bestie, Bethany Addams. [Hey Beth! You there?"] [No! I am dead! Hmph!] [I am so sorry girl! I was on low bat TT TT]

Across her is Master Xaulfur, who is reclined against a chair, his right hand holding his chin and the other placed on the table creating the division between him and the witch. The latter looks away from me, her obsidian gaze descending on a large spread of thick paper on the table. “When Jimme returns with the Tantic girl, we would be one step away from the ritual,” she says before she slams her palms on the table, tilting forward on her hands. “However, the question still is ‘where lies the forbidden castle?’” Her eyes slowly come toward my direction, and mine to hers. She makes it look like she points the question to me, or she could find the answer on my face. Either way, I am not going

Laura I tossed and turned in bed that night, my mind racing. The almost-kiss with Talon played on repeat in my head, his intense green eyes seared into my memory. My body tingled with unfulfilled longing. It had been so long since I’d felt wanted, desired. With Craig, sex had become a chore, something to be endured rather than enjoyed. But with Talon… just the thought of his strong hands on my body made me shiver with anticipation.

The wall opened slightly, radiating a ray of blue light and opening a passageway. “Let’s go,” Grant told me, collecting the runes and placing them in his pocket. We both walked through the narrow and dim-lit hall, our bodies almost touching. Angeline, you are a nutcase! Why does the fact that S-piss Alpha cares about you make you all hot and bothered? “There is nothing more erotic than love and care,” Dora smiled in my mind. “Is that what gets you all hot and moistened down your gold-fur, weirdo? You really need to get some tail and learn that the real thing is to have a wolf screaming, yes, Mistress!” Cal fired back.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I’m soo sorry I fucked up :{ I always do this because I have the chapters in a file and when I upload them to this app I mix them up. Anyway, thanks for reading this story, I hope you’re liking it so far. I’ve been writing a lot so I’ll probably upload two chapters a day everyday or maybe even more. :) ************** ******** ************ ********* { Angelique } Lesley and Elliot have been away for about fifteen minutes. Not knowing what the hell they’re doing is stressful. Xavier, Taret, Eva, Franco and I are chatting about how amazingly cool it was when I started beating up the whore. Taret is our new addition to the group because Franco has decided to never stay away from me.

Now that I've reclaimed my inheritance, cheap trash like you isn't even fit to lick my boots! I stood there stunned. "You're really breaking up with me over an identity you haven't even confirmed yet?" Marco looked at me with contempt. "That's right." "These past six years, your mediocrity has swallowed up all my brilliance. Look at me now. Do I look anything like the heir I'm supposed to be? "You only drag me down. Dumping you now is God's will!" I almost laughed. During our six years together, I worked during the day and took assassination contracts on the black market at night just to pay off his millions in gambling debts.

“Hey, Hun. Guess what? I brought a guest. So how about we do a threesome?“ He laughed hoarsely, his gaunted body shaking from how hard he was laughing. “No, please. Don't do this, Roland. Please…“ “You know I hate it when you plead like this…“ He tore the duvet away from my body, revealing my transparent, nightgown. “And don't you try to keep my pussy away from me. Now, unclad and spread those legs. We have a long night ahead.“ At that moment, leaving him didn't sound so disastrous anymore. With every move I made to unclad, came the thought of abandoning this hell and the devil who ruled it.