Vox Machina Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And as long as my little brother didn't want to tell me the details of what happened between him and that teacher, why did I have to confess my secrets to him? I really enjoyed the day Maël brought two cardio machines to the apartment: a treadmill and an Orbitrek, which we set up in a corner. On Friday, he started training, and I had a blast watching him work out. "I recommend you use them too, Delu," he said while running on the treadmill. According to him, I needed strength for all the sex he was going to give me. All I could say was, "More?" which made him laugh, stop, and demonstrate his theory a little. Right there, on the light wood floor.

The sex, the dirt, the grease, the orders, it’s all just the medium. She ended it with “My machine.” Not “my man.” My machine. Because a man could leave. A machine, if you’ve built it right, if you’ve broken it in perfectly, if you understand every torque spec and stress point… it runs for you. It purrs for you. It exists for you. And part of me, the part I don’t show anyone, thinks… what would it be like to be Violet? To have that kind of creative, destructive, absolute power?

“I wouldn’t touch that woman with a ten-foot pole. I wouldn’t fuck her if she was the last woman on earth. The chapter is dead, burned, and fucking buried.” I didn’t want to talk about Valentina anymore. The subject always left me restless, itchy under my skin. I pushed away from the workbench and walked across the garage to the newest addition in my collection. She sat there under a thin cover—sleek, black with silver accents, powerful lines that promised speed and precision. I hadn’t even named her yet. I pulled the cover off slowly, revealing the machine in all her glory. Beautiful. She was so fucking beautiful.

I growl with such force it shakes the cabin. “Okay, since he marked you as his Luna you are now Mavericks mate, if you reject him he can never find another mate,” Chloe explains and I suddenly feel a lot of pressure on my shoulders. “That makes little sense Maverick told me he found his mate; she just doesn’t know yet why he would waste his mate's bond to save a vampire?” I question, when I look at Chloe her wolf gives me the same annoying stare she does in human form when something goes right over your head. “what?” I respond to her gaze. “I think you need to mind link Maverick so you can fix this and let him explain things to you,” She suggests standing from her sitting position and shifti

Anyone who would see me now will think that I'm the biggest fan of Vaughn but I'm going to be his worst enemy and I will strike him where he would least expect it. Flashes from that night come flooding back and I clench my jaw tight. The scar on my face reflects on a nearby mirror. Seeing these scars does nothing but rub salt on my old wound. Vaughn begins to give his damned acceptance speech and I angrily stand up from the couch. I have no fucking interest in listening to whatever shit he has to say. My only interest is destroying the whole Saint-McCarthy family and I will do just that.

Sweat glistened across his broad, scarred shoulders and the intricate dark tribal tattoos lining his ribs. Across the workshop, Maeve was running a high-speed diagnostic program on a salvaged cybernetic arm taken from one of Malakor’s fallen heralds. Holographic streams of green data and structural blueprints floated between them, projecting a life-sized model of Victor Vance’s heavily augmented skeletal frame.

Vanilla grinned. "Oh my God. I thought you knew," she said shyly. "I like it too, our whole family likes it," Nick said earnestly. "Thank you," Vanilla said, the girl bit her lower lip. Damn! Nick cursed the way Vanilla bit her lower lip. The girl was very beautiful, adorable, and sensual. He wanted to drag Vanilla into his arms and kiss her until she was weak. Last night because he was with Vanilla for too long he became very excited and could no longer think clearly, he called one of the women to fulfill his desires while fantasizing about imagining Vanilla under his control. Nick cleared his throat.

"Perfect, Marvin. That’s exactly what we need. You’re doing good work, and I appreciate it." "Thank you, Boss," Marvin replied with satisfaction. "Keep me updated. I want every detail," Macholo said before ending the call. He slipped the phone back into his pocket, feeling pleased with the progress Marvin had made. Without wasting another moment, Macholo started the engine and drove out of the garage, the headlights cutting through the city night as he headed back into the streets. He knew there was more to uncover about Victor, and tonight might just be his chance to do it.

He didn't expect this could happen "This is dangerous...what's your problem...do you know the complications you created...damn it this is madness"Justin couldn't sleep but made a low yell as he turned to look at Maverick standing by the window. Everything was now in chaps all because the doctors in charge of vivienne were incompetent and now the chances of them getting killed by Victor were there

Veronica says. Why am I getting deja vu right now? “Why? What happened?” “It is…definitely not my story to tell.” She stood up with her tray walking towards the trash can and Rhea followed. “See you later, Ava.” Why was I such a slow eater?! * “So as after class work, let's all think about two people that we can say we trust wholeheartedly. Next class, we’ll review it.” Mr Hobbs who was the general therapy teacher said.