Novel & Cerita Venom Fan Fiction

I touch one, the velvet soft under my finger, and wonder for the hundredth time who’s winning this war, the one with Theo and Amara, or the one with the man down the hall who slips into my locked world like smoke. I hate that I keep them. I hate that I count them. I hate that every time I crush one, another appears, like he’s saying “you can’t destroy me that easily.” I get out of bed, legs unsteady from the dream I won’t admit I had (his hands on my thighs, lifting me, his mouth devouring mine until I forgot my own name). Livia, you need to get yourself together. I dress in black leggings and one of his hoodies (stolen from the laundry room because I’m a masochist and it smells like him, po

“That it will all be fake.” “That’s what the venom will do.” I pointed out. He shook his head as he helped me over a particularly large boulder. “That’s not true actually. The venom doesn’t create what’s not there. It just amplifies what is. So if you did seem to love me again, it wouldn’t be completely fake. But if all you truly had was hate for me, that’s what would be amplified. That’s what happened in my dream. The venom made you hate me more than anything in the world.”

Daniel slapped himself hard across the face. When I told him I'd been bitten, he just sneered and assumed I was trying to get attention. Later, when the venom had me waking in pain at night, suffering through nosebleeds, and coughing up blood, he still thought I was faking it. He didn't show me an ounce of compassion.

We turn into the hotel grounds and the cars slow toward the entrance, and Enzo immediately squeezes forward into the gap again with a phone angled toward me showing a live feed of the ballroom interior. "Flamingo is still talking to the tattooed guy," he reports. "Big. Very inked. Orlov is not in the room yet." I glance at the feed. Then back at the road. "Flamingo." "Codename," Dante says, with the tone of someone explaining something obvious. "The Greek Princess is the Flamingo. Orlov is the Chipmunk." He pauses. "You are the Italian Stallion." Something happens in my chest that I cannot fully contain before it reaches my face. It is not a smile. It is adjacent to one. It escapes before I

Chapter 34: An Acorn Among Mushrooms Cory sank down to her knees with her back against the shelf of earth. She realised she was crying. Venom had been good to her. The real Venom had been kind and she had felt comfortable around him. Now, he was gone and some evil doppelgänger had been left in his place. Blaython nudged her with his furry head. The tiger seemed greatly concerned about her. She looked into his glassy eyes and pet his head, thinking out loud, “If Venom is really here where Leech’s body should be, then the Venom at the feast is Leech. Who else could it be?” She said, looking into Blaython’s eyes.

Forever. My canines sank into her shoulder, tearing through the flawless skin. Screaming my name, bucking against my hips, milking my cock with her orgasm. Her blood filled my mouth, the metallic tasted like nectar on my tongue. My venom spread from the bite into her veins. She was mine. All mine. ***

his evil voice says right before I feel his teeth sink down into my shoulder, I cry out in pain when his teeth hit my bone, he holds me hard and tight to his body. Feeling when his dick grows hard behind my back when his venom starts to swirl around in my veins, he marked me! I gasp out from the feeling when he retracts his teeth and licks over the bite. "I knew you would be coming around once you get a taste of my venom!" he says next to my ear and I feel something stir inside my body. His venom spreads through my body slowly and for every place, it travels through my veins a warm feeling starts to take over, this is nothing like the mate bond I felt with Kian!

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

Phoebe shivered under her breath: “Open…open…. aaaaaaaa……” Phoebe's reason was fighting with the Vampire instincts in her, her whole body was shaking, her eyes were wide open, her mouth was wide open gasping to reveal sharp fangs, and her nails were already growing uncontrollably. In addition, her hair color is also gradually changing to white, only her eyes are wearing contact lenses. Now Phoebe is no different from a Vampire, but the difference is that she still has the reason to suppress her lust for human blood. She hid in the corner of the room and bit her arm hard to remind herself to stay awake. One bite wasn't enough to bring her back to her senses, so Phoebe was like a tooth-itchy b