Vault 69 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Epilogue Six years later "Raven, my love, ever since I met you, I've fantasized about this moment," Vlad's voice trembled with emotion. "I can't imagine a world without you. We have everything we need – money, a loving family, and a future ahead. Please, baby, will you marry me?" Caught off guard by Vlad's proposal, I burst into tears, turning to mush and ruining my perfectly done makeup. "You naughty boy! Why didn't you tell me about this," I blubbered, hitting his shoulder? His perfect dentition broke into a killer smile, as my head bobbed in a yes.

And she would tame it, for her mate, she will. She moved her hand further down until she held him. He was enormous in her hand—so hard, yet so silken that she just ran her thumb down him in wonder. He hissed, cock twitching as she brushed her thumb over the tip, a bead of pre-cum pearled from his swollen head. “I thought I’d escaped the last bubble you made,” Vaelen groaned. “This new ripple is trapping your scent too, you know. And it's driving me fucking crazy.”

The Dragon's Chubby Treasure Chapter 30: The Brutal Claim Draven didn’t wait long. The moment Vaelor’s roar faded into the distance, he stormed back into my chamber. His red eyes were blazing with triumph and raw lust. I was still sitting against the wall, naked, my arms wrapped around my round belly, trying to hide my heavy breasts and thick thighs from his gaze. He slammed the door shut and locked it. “Your weak little cousin ran away again,” he growled. “Just like the pathetic coward he is. Now there’s nothing stopping me from claiming what’s mine.”

Aria The rough concrete wall bit into the bare skin of my back through the open spaces of the dress, but the sharp physical sting was nothing compared to the overwhelming, suffocating reality of Malakai’s weight pressing against me. My wrist was pinned beside my head, his iron grip holding me flush against the stone, his heartbeat a thunderous, rhythmic percussion against my own chest. Six months of running. Six months of rewriting my DNA to become Vesper. And within a matter of minutes, he had reduced my elaborate cage of armor to a pile of scrap metal.

Daniel said, sliding a plate of chips toward her. Leah blinked, realizing she was rubbing the callouses on her palm where she’d gripped the stone ridge. "It feels weird to be in a place where the floor isn't trying to swallow you." "Get used to it," Victor said, leaning back and nursing a ginger ale. "For the next six days, we aren't 'Unranked' or 'Analysts.' We’re just three kids who are remarkably good at not falling for hallucinations." The bell above the tavern door chimed. The salty breeze from the harbor was momentarily eclipsed by a scent that didn't belong in a dive bar: expensive sandalwood and expensive trouble.

She stepped out of her heels, her bare feet silent on the plush Persian rug as she looked up into the dark eyes of her Don and the burning amber gaze of her Enforcer. "Six hours, my Kings," Valerie purred softly, her velvety baritone rich, smooth, and laced with liquid heat. "Six hours before we tear down the Vance dynasty." Lucian reached her first. He didn't hesitate. His long, broad hands caught her around the waist, lifting her effortlessly off her feet as he pulled her flush against his hard chest. His mouth came down on hers in a deep, possessive, and ferocious kiss that tasted of scotch, victory, and absolute ownership.

"Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?" He turned his head and stared at Damont who felt a cold hand squeeze his heart. He trembled slightly and couldn't stare him down so he lowered his eyes. Frost made a 70 million bid and Damont again raised it to 80 million. He was determined to gift Vinca the vase she had desired to get. His small mind was overworking. Vinca had lost her memory so she didn't remember him. Moreover, the kidnapping incident involving him and what followed after was completely wiped off her memory.

“But someone left a backdoor.” “Convenient,” Sophia said. “Too convenient,” Kira added. With a hiss, the hatch opened inward, revealing a long vertical shaft with a steel ladder disappearing into blackness. Cold air belched from the depths, dry and stale. “Valentina,” Rafael ordered. “Take point. You and Kira.” The two women nodded, guns raised. One by one, the team descended into the underbelly of Site 6. --- Inside the Vault It was deathly silent.

"A screw loose?" "She was nuts ok? Crazy, she had no control over her thirst and for a noble, or should I say, an elder, that's a smack to dignity, Vlad himself staked her and hid her in a tomb only he knows off, his beloved, first love, now sleeping for all eternity" "Pff, you say it like that's supposed to sound romantic!?" Villa said. Gideon only shrugged "But she's the least of your worries, Vlad's son is Victor, and apparently Victor had a son named Ray"

Maiden POV: “Are you happy now Villain? Your mate is here, she out of the dungeon. I have her set up in a room. Now get off my back, stop being a cry baby” “If you weren’t a jackass, I would have not been this way. That girl is our mate, and you need to stop being an asshole and claim our mate already.” “I told you a million times, that we don’t need a mate they will weaken us”