Wednesday Fanfic Novels & Stories

My nails grew longer, unconsciously, and there was a tingling pain in my fingertips. "Get out of here!" I growled, with the roar of a werewolf in my voice, "Even if I don't marry for the rest of my life, I will never marry you again! You hypocritical Beta!" After that, I pushed him out of the tent. His figure looked particularly embarrassed in the moonlight, like a wolf driven out of its territory. The tent was silent again, with only my rapid breathing. I looked down at my hands. The wolf claws on my fingertips had retracted, but the anger in my heart could not be calmed for a long time.

“I like weird.” “Well, you’re in luck.” Our eyes meet and my heart flutters. This is the most real I’ve seen Wes, and this is the most real he’s seen me. Because right now, I’m not Scarlet, the con-artist, scourge of the South Side. I’m just Scarlet, the quirky blonde who reads smutty vampire and werewolf romance novels in her spare time and gets way too wrapped up in scary TV shows. Wes’s fingertips brush against my shoulder, and I shiver. I tip my head towards his, lips parting. He moves his head down toward mine.

[Chapter 15] ~Deep Throat this muchacho~ **MENTION OF ORAL SEX, IF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE JUST SKIP TO THE BOTTOM. I'LL LEAVE A CHAPTER SUMMARY:)** Monday can honestly go and suck my toe. I hate Mondays and any other day except Friday and Saturday. After Cole left my house on Saturday morning the rest of my weekend was uneventful. I coded, I worked out...

Therefore, that night, Blaze Hudson didn't catch a glimpse of sleep as all he heard was Diva screaming in victories and talking to her gaming friends. He couldn't comprehend. Was her passion a curse or a good thing for him? ###

The practice wedding dinner? Before I overthink the repercussions, I grabbed my cell and texted her. "I miss our silly banter, Freckles." Cringy. I know, but it's sent, and I can finally shut my eyes and drift off to sleep. Tomorrow holds some promises. Tristan Thompson moves away. The couple returns for a final wedding showdown. And the mystery woman. Once at the bottom, now on top. **** I've let myself go. Afternoon naps? That's the height of this.

"Fine. But don't think for a second that I'm doing this because I like you." My lips twisted into a smirk, my gaze flickering with amusement. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. Just have the fruits delivered to my house by sunset every Monday to Friday." She looked up as if she had just remembered something important. “Okay, but we'll also have to leave out Wednesdays. I can't do Wednesdays.” “Why not?” She said nothing and just caressed her stomach. I got the idea. Wednesdays were days she probably went for maternity appointments. That was what I liked about her too. She was easy to understand.

“Cherry! Wade says “Yes, I said with little moaning in my voice. I looked at Wade and Christian! I see they know what's going on. But is it wrong to be in love with three men! I know it is wrong, but I cannot help it. I look at three men in front of me, I took a deep breath, and I licked my lips. I closed my eyes. I start taking off my shoes and then my dress and I am standing here half-naked in front of Wade, Christian Matthew in nothing but my bra and underwear. They start staring at me. Then Wade Spoke. “Bend over the bed! Before I turned around, all three of them started unbuttoning their pants. I turned around, I had a smirk on my face, and I bent over for them on the bed! Cherry POV: I

The priest questioned. Silence engulfed me as I stared at him. The man I was getting married to. A man whom I felt nothing for. Not one ounce of love. Love… That I doubted even existed, except in books. “Yes.” I finally let out and watched Orson’s brows flatten to show his relief. “Do you, Orson Wilson—“ “Yes, yes, just get this over with.” He ordered, his face expressionless. Soon, we were walking out of the church, the only one we had found in three hours of driving, barely holding hands, acting like the strangers we were.