Venti Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It clocked 11:30 am. I was still hiding in the basement sulking like a lost puppy. Mandy and Mckayla were seated at the cafeteria munching on spaghetti tacos. The cafeteria was quite noisy, there was humming in the air, and it was quite packed. Kenzie and Sam who are Mckayla and Mandy's friends, approached their table grinning excitedly from ear to ea "Girls guess what?" Kenzie said impatiently. Mckayla rolled her eyes and groaned, "you know I don't like guessing. Just spill it out."

Just as I had given up hope of keeping the vomit down, I felt the warm liquid spurt from his tip down my throat, finally pushing me over the edge. He pulled his spent cōck out of my mouth just as I moved my head to the side and threw up everything I had in my stomach. Not much, considering I haven’t eaten since God knows when. Ventura chuckled as I heard him zip his pants. “Better than I imagined.” He disclosed to the other two. “I can’t wait to try her pūssy too. Now I can see why that useless son of yours is so hot for her.” “I’m next.” Santoro stated in a low grunt, making me shiver as I spat the excess of spit from my mouth before glaring his way, avoiding looking at Mama in the process.

“The sun is setting, and you have a long journey ahead of you. Remember what I have told you, and never lose hope.” They thanked Dr. Vance for her help and her guidance, and then they left the cabin, their hearts filled with a mixture of hope and trepidation. As they drove back down the mountain road, they discussed everything they had learned, trying to make sense of the Gemini Heart’s complicated history and to devise a plan for the future. “So, we have to fix our mothers’ friendship,” Veronica said, her voice thoughtful. “That’s easier said than done. They haven’t spoken in years.”

Since I never found the courage to open up to Vic, nor found any whiff of interest from him about me, I found my outlet in books. And Fangirling!!! I fantasised with characters from my favourite books, living in my eternal lala land and earned another nickname from Vic, "Dream girl"! But Vic is not Harry, nor Tobias; he was a thickhead, who had no clue of my feelings, or how to behave with girls. Forget all that, he doesn't even treat me like a girl! It doesn't matter now. I am going away from him, from this room which reminds me of him and all the fun moments we spent earlier. He was out of town for past few months to complete his final phase of training and I didn't even blink.

Tina and her friends were watching from some distance as Phidelia and her friends parted ways. This was her chance to get back at Phidelia, she thought to herself with a mischievous smirk pasted on her face. Rowan and herself have been family friends for a while now with her having the hope that he will one day fall in love with her. Though he pretends not to know her at school, she still had that hope but then, Phidelia appeared from no where; posing as a threat.

⁑ Closing the link just as Valentine puts the barrier down; making my towards my bedroom when I hear someone speaking, "They have sirens and pixies. They train tomorrow morning, so I'll be able to tell you more." Quickly heading toward my room again as I link Valentine. ⁑ "Hey, mind if you read everyone's mind and keep track of who's our allies and who's our traitors? I overheard someone telling my mother that we have sirens and the pixies. And they'll tell them about our training so I would love it if we knew.", I say while explaining why.⁑

Looking up at me from her upside-down position, Blanca's eyes met mine. I refrained from smiling amidst the pandemonium, but there was no denying that Blanca always managed to make life interesting. Out of all the Johnson kids, she and I had a special bond. On my twenty-fifth birthday, she had written an Avengers fanfiction where Bucky Barnes and Captain America were more than just friends. It had been entertaining as hell. "Blanca, are you ready to go?" I asked her, trying to maintain a composed demeanor in the midst of the chaos.

Vianne I spent the rest of the night staring at my textbook, the words blurring together as my mind replayed everything. From the Valentine's party Levi had organized, the way it all fell apart, to the exhausting confrontation with my mom. Her cold eyes when I lashed out at her and she dismissed my feelings. You're nothing without me, she had hissed. But I would be something. I had to be. Around midnight, I heard someone stumbling on the stairs. Heavy, uneven footsteps that made me worried. I set down my highlighter and crept to my door, opening it just enough to peer out.

"You ruined them!" The vines sprouted again but they were more violent this time and they wrapped tighter as they bound the Chariot completely. I raised my hand and slammed it down. Green energy erupted beneath the Chariot and the shockwave blew leaves and soil into the air. The Chariot whined and blood dripped from its snout. I stood over it as its chest kept heaving. My eyes looked almost mad from victory. "You remember me, don’t you? Of course, you don’t," I said and smiled faintly. "But I remember you."

Then I just sat beside her, staring at her lifeless form broken, emptied, and in pain beyond words. Minutes passed before I noticed Perrone approaching. And then it struck me, when my father was fighting, it was Perrone who had stolen my chance. He had put me to sleep, robbing me of the fight by his side. The anger that boiled in me, searching for somewhere to pour itself. I rose, my body shifting, half-transformed. Perrone was no match for me, and he knew just few magic trick. He dodged my first blow, but that was only bait. My second strike caught him by the throat, lifting him off the ground.