Warframe Lemon Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"She is my fated Mate, a gift from the Moon Goddess. Of course I love her. I don't want to hurt her, which is why she can't find out about this. I also need a poised, perfect Luna to keep the pack stable." He paused, his tone turning cruel and playful. "But a man needs a little fun on the side. And besides her, you're my favorite. Isn't that enough?" "Really? Oh, Alpha, you're so bad…" Seraphina giggled, pressing her lips to his. Kaelen shoved her roughly against a tree, and they fell into a tangle of limbs. The thick stench of lust, mixed with musk and cheap perfume, drifted toward me on the night air.

“What? No one.” Nyra smirked. “Uh-huh. Sure. You’ve got that look, Luna. The ‘I just met someone interesting and I’m in trouble’ look.” “There’s no guy,” Leora said too quickly. Nyra gasped, mock offended. “Luna Leora, lying? Unthinkable!” Leora rolled her eyes. “I’m serious, Nyra.” Nyra leaned closer, eyes glinting with mischief. “Then why do you look like someone just recited poetry to your soul?”

As they stepped outside, Damon pulled out his phone, and quickly sent a message to Jason: To: Jason Hey, need a favor. Can you cover for me in chemistry? Taking Aqua to my spot. Jason's reply came swiftly, a reassuring presence amid Damon's concern: From: Jason Sure thing, man. Is everything okay? Damon hesitated for a moment before responding, his fingers tapping out a reply filled with unspoken worry: To: Jason Yeah, just want to help Aqua out. She's having a rough time. As Damon glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw Jason's response. The simple message, accompanied by a winky face emoji, conveyed a sense of camaraderie and encouragement tha

Liam shouted, and some people who walked past us turned and stared at us strangely. “Lower your voice. People are staring,” I whispered. I filled Liam in on the events that had been happening in the pack, and by the time I finished, he was so pissed at Amara and Alpha Ronan. “She's so shameless…. I want to tear her into pieces,” he exclaimed angrily. “Calm down, Liam. You just got here. Let's try to avoid unnecessary shedding of blood,” I laughed. “Wait…. so you are going to be the Luna Queen?” he asked, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement.

“If you’re angry, I won’t go.” I waved it off. He hesitated for a moment, but Ella called again, urging him. After ending the call, Leon said, “I’ll be back after this. Get ready. Tomorrow, I’ll mark you in front of the whole pack.” Then he left in a hurry. After finishing packing, I casually scrolled through social media. Ella had posted again. The first photo showed a well-defined hand testing the water temperature by the bathtub. The second was a selfie. Behind her, a werewolf stood close, focused on washing her hair.

I blurted out as a devilish grin formed on his face. "Oh yes, I'm like a man starved for water right now. If you keep rubbing that cute butt on me, I won’t be responsible for what happens next," Leo confessed. A blush formed on my cheeks at his statement, but even with his warning, I was curious if he would keep his promise. I moved again, and a low growl escaped his lips. "Athena, baby, you're killing me here. A man can only take so much provocation. I don't want to hurt you, so stop that," he said, slapping me on the ass, causing me to pout at him.

But I can only find the whole situation entertaining. He’s lost, and I think he knows it. The battle rages on relentlessly behind us, warriors clashing brutally, but Liam seems unable to focus on any of it. Endless shock, confusion, and pain floods his eyes, and I have to admit, it’s extremely satisfying to see. An unprecedented joy and fulfillment floods my soul. For possibly the first time in my life, I feel immensely content. See? I want to gloat. See, she chose me.

"You have to understand that no matter how good you think you are, there will always be someone out there better than you. As for Liam… all I can say is you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. He is certainly not someone you'd want to cross…" The color drained from Sonny's face, and he gulped. "Uncle Leon, are you saying that…are you trying to say that Liam Cole…is a God of War?" Did he inadvertently offend a God of War?

Leon opened the chat app, his eyes narrowing as he read the incoming message: "Bro, how's it going today? Still at war with your new 'stepmother'?" With fingers trembling with emotion, Leon replied: "It's terrible, Dra. She's getting more and more persistent. She cooks for me, tries to strike up conversations. My dad told her to persuade me, he said. I can't get rid of her from this house. This house is full of memories of Mum, you know? If she stays here, I'll go crazy."

Zen said. “Where?” Clayton asked. “In my cabin, Under the hidden drawer of my table” Zen replied “For whom are you working,” Clayton asked, but Liam already know the answer. “Italian” “Italian mole” He and Liam replied at the same time. The zen face had horror and Liam had a smirk. “Let's end your story here,” Liam said, throwing wire on him this time, not for any break. Taking a glass of whiskey, Liam heard his yelling and begging until he died. It was for Liam like he was watching some movie and enjoying every minute of it. The yelling and screaming give pleasure to his mind and heart.