Ust Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then the ceiling fan clicked on. Slow. Lazy. Then faster. The blades blurred. Red light blinked. From the hub. From the center. Marcus’s voice came through. Not from speakers. From the fan itself. Soft. Amused. “You really thought the bedroom was safe?” Julian went rigid beneath me. I froze. Marcus laughed. Low. Warm. “Beautiful,” he said. “Every time.” The fan light brightened. Then dimmed. Then a new feed. Projected onto the ceiling. Us.

Zaine rolled his eyes “That name is officially banned!” I found myself giggling, poking him in the chest again. “Awww, why? You know you luurrvve it, Stuuudd Muuufffinn!” I stuck my tongue out at him, and his face broke into a smile. Score! I had made him smile. My plan had worked...

The onlookers once again became excited as they gossiped. ‘Why is the top fan staying up so late? Is he really here crazily liking all posts about Harmonia?’ ‘Although he is verified on Twitter, every single one of his posts is about Harmonia, including the likes. This is such a beautiful love story!’ ‘Hey, ladies, the top fan also liked posts about the young lover with silver hair. Could it be that he is also shipping the relationship between Harmonia and the young lover with silver hair?’ FMYL especially replied affirmatively to this comment: ‘Yes.’

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

Fiona looked almost sad for me. “Fúck them again?” I rubbed my forehead, trying to process. “I can’t believe they were working together against me.” Fiona moved closer in the hot tub. “I hope you see the upside.” “There’s an upside?” “I’d like to think so. I’ve always had a school-girl-type crush on you, so I’ve been wanting to fúck you at least as long as they wanted your wife. I’d like to make a pack with you. As long as they’re screwing your wife, you and I can fúck like bunnies. What do you say?”

"We’ve known about your little game from the start. And now, it’s our turn to play." Without any warning, he thrust into her. The sudden intrusion made her scream as he buried himself to the hilt. The sound of him sliding into her was filthy, and Bianca felt her body stretched to its absolute limit as Damien and Julian fucked her at the same time. "Fuck, you’re such a greedy little slut," Julian muttered. His hands replaced Damien's on her hips, gripping her tightly as he pounded into her. "Taking us both like this. You love it, don’t you?"

His fingers moved faster, dipping lower to tease my entrance before returning to my clit, driving me higher and higher with merciless precision. “So fucking wet for me already,” he murmured against my mouth, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “My perfect, loyal fan… dripping just from my touch. You’ve been fantasizing about this for years, haven’t you? About me fingering you backstage like a desperate little slut for your idol.”

**Chapter 2: Cracks in the Facade** My lungs forgot how to work. The moon poured cold silver over everything, turning the backyard into some kind of nightmare stage. Damien’s mouth was still on Lisa’s, his fingers tangled in her platinum hair like he’d done it a thousand times. My best friend. My fiancé. The words “my real mate” kept punching holes in my skull.

It felt as though my fanning was having no affect. “Okay please, turn it up” I said, salaciously and very weakly, like a dying cat. This was more me manifesting a raunchy fantasy I had been daydreaming about; to have a proper man fuck me to the deepest depth of eternal damnation on a luxurious kitchen island. Charles was that man. It was this fantasy that had got me through those long lonely nights writing tasteles blog posts and wishing I had gone to beg Richard so we could go back to the era of fucking my brains out. Was I on glue or was something going to happen.

щ（ﾟДﾟщ） Usually, as long as someone had no intention of harming Aris, Fynn wouldn’t have thought about it much; after all, Aris had countless pursuers. However, this man’s wedding with Aris’s sister was just around the corner!!! And what was he doing?!? Apparently getting smitten with her little brother and trying hard not to think about fucking him?!?