West Side Story Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You left cash on the nightstand like I was a prostitute. I woke up alone with five thousand dollars and a headache. And now I’m pregnant by a man whose face I never even saw clearly because we were both too drunk and the room was too dark. Congratulations, Mr. West. You ruined my life twice.” Something like amusement flickered across his face, but it was gone quickly. “I didn’t know who you were either. Names weren’t exactly part of the plan that night.” The memory hit me again, strong hands, hot mouth, the way he’d fucked me like he was starving for me. I squeezed my thighs together under the table and hated myself for it.

I feel as small as an ant. “I thought Scarlett was back with food,” I say. So far, West has refrained from talking to me. His words are sparse and calculated. We need to change that. “She went out with Tank.” “Is she here voluntarily?” West raises his brow, and I add, “I can’t understand why someone would be with someone like… Tank,” I say his name hesitantly, unsure if she’s even his girlfriend. “She’s a club whore. She is here of her own accord.”

A loud bang. With anger. Alpha Shawn heard this and frowned tightly. What are they doing? He was a werewolf and understood. Alpha Shawn's face was gloomy, and his back stiffened unconsciously. He turned his head and glanced at his room, feeling that all this was ridiculous. The West Side Tower was once Suzan and his room, but now, she was being pinned down by another wolf at the opposite door. What was this? Retaliation? Alpha Shawn was in a state of confusion and ran downstairs. What she said about liking him, her feelings were nothing more than that. The water-based poplar flower was rotten to the point of death.

“I’m not renting this place to you anymore. You need to be out today.” My heart sank. “Layla must have found out about you. We need to get back to Amity City.” I knew that because I had traveled back in time, the timeline had been accelerated. On the outside, Layla did not seem to care that her husband had kept another woman on the side. In reality, she was extremely jealous. She had been delighted to ruin my mother. But in her youth, my mother was more stubborn than I had expected. She was not willing to give up Harbor City. She had struggled there for five years.

The girl argued. All three young men exchanged the same beleaguered glance, their thoughts one in the same at that moment. Good grief. A little while later, once they were safely back in the Pack House and Arabella was sound asleep in bed, Bastien found his friend sitting out on the sprawling rooftop of the modern abode. He climbed out the trap door and strode out onto the flat surface, taking a seat next to his future Beta and patting his shoulder in comfort. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with her.” The shifter sighed, sounding much older than his 16 years. “It’s like she gets wilder and wilder with every day that passes.”

I will be with you every night and day; no matter how late we close, I will make sure I reach you and hold you all through the night. I smile secretly before turning to look at him, a frown on my lips. "What about Luca... and the furnished apartment?" I don't really care about that; all I care about is that my West will be with me. I'm getting too attached to this man, but it doesn't scare me; I feel like I'm open, ready for wherever our relationship leads me. "Thank you, honey." I push my torso out of the seatbelt that is strangling me to the seat, and I drop a kiss on West's cheeks.

He was going to keep his promises this time. Right now I had finished all my tasks for the day and I had finally gotten a moment of rest inside my bedroom before I would retire into the garden tonight. the thought of it sent chills through my body. As I stood by the window, gazing out at the empty space, my mind was consumed by thoughts of what the future held for Weston and I. How do Western convince his parents to accept me? How would you convince them that we love each other even though we haven't even exchanged those words? Even though we are not mates to begin with? *******

They were dancing in amusement, which only made my face flame hotter. Weston loved the boneless wings, devouring them like a starving man while wondering out loud if Kelly could make them. I was pretty sure she could, but it would probably be more fun if we could sneak out and get them by ourselves. My mind began to wander, trying to figure out how it would work. How could we date in L.A.? Maybe the secret was going outside of the city. A pair of girls did come up to him on our way out to have their picture taken with the Weston Lockwood look-a-like. I couldn’t help but laugh at the day they realized it really was him.

Arianna came and sat beside her best friend. Weston was tired of being ignored by Isabella. All his plans didn't seem to have any effect upon her. He couldn't break her in any way so the only way left was to return home and show off right in front of her nose. So when his twin told him that he was in love with his neighbor called Sophia and wanted to announce his wedding plans to his parents, Weston saw his opportunity. He asked Fiona to accompany him to Vegas and she agreed.

After a few dates and awkward kisses, we seemed to fall into a groove. “Are you excited?” West’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “About what?” I asked as I kept my gaze out of the window. “To see Wren, of course.” “Oh, yeah, I am. Its been a long time.” Was I excited about him? That was a fucking understatement. But I couldn’t blame West for asking. He honestly had no idea how I felt about his younger brother. He thought our relationship was purely best friend status. I wasn’t going to tell him otherwise.