White Collar Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I tried to hug him back, but the weight of everything was starting to crush me. Jason, the blackmail, Antonio, Blair… it was all too much. I felt like I was drowning in my own lies. I pulled away, laughing nervously. “I think I need that drink now, Jen.” Jenny smirked and tossed me the vodka bottle. “Here you go, girl. Don’t be shy.” I didn’t hesitate. I unscrewed the cap and took a huge gulp, the burning liquid sliding down my throat. Everyone cheered as I swallowed, and I forced a laugh, pretending everything was fine.

She moaned. Francesca was my favorite toy at the moment. She was smart and did everything on my behalf because I knew nothing about running a company. I'd begun to talk her into helping me create a slush fund. She was smart and would be able to figure out the best way to launder money from the company without raising any suspicion. I fucked her while I waited for her to make up her mind and made sure to make her understand what it would do for her too. I shook the thoughts out of my mind and focused on building a steady rhythm. I reached for her hair and held a few strands, pulling her hair head towards me as I fucked her, thrust after powerful thrust.

It was mortgaged to the bank. - Interesting. Send it to me. - Already done. - Great, Harry. He then ended the call and went to his G***l inbox where he already saw the file... This young woman was an interesting case. As he suspected. She had lied to him... Probably to save her honor... She was probably afraid of being in the headlines...The daughter of a former billionaire is found stealing from his former home...that would surely be the scoop of the year... Hamish paused for a moment and put down the phone to pick up his drink. He drank the contents in one go... This young woman particularly attracted his attention. He was dying to fuck her... He surprised himself by wondering if she was g

He is the biggest loan shark in the world. Aziel Anderson – The smart-looking, bespectacled man who is the consigliere of Ceanba Cosca. He is an IT genius. Olya Vasiliev – Gorgeous wife of Vikentiy. She is known as the leader of the wives of Coscas. She is a party animal and often brings all the wives together to enjoy away from their husbands. Sorokina Vasiliev – Teenage daughter of Vikentiy and Olya. She is studying away from the mafia scene and has no idea what her parents do. Just like her mother she too is a party animal.

I wanted to snap and tell them the truth, but I swallowed my words. One little rant couldn't possibly tell them the enormity of my pain and suffering. Every smile in that room felt fake, thin masks hiding rot beneath. The air grew suffocating. I needed to breathe. Just as I reached the stairs, Meredith followed me. She wore an elegant gown, lips curled in a venomous smile, eyes glittering with malice. "Just because everyone's stroking your ego doesn't mean you've won. Samuel wouldn't have married you if George hadn't threatened him with the inheritance. You're a replacement, and a defective one at that. You have no right to be his partner!"

The more I thought about it, the more those seven years felt like a joke. My eyes grew heavier and heavier, and I sank into a deep sleep… It was not until that night that Ruby's scream woke me. "Silas! You actually sold everything just like that?! Those were the company's core assets! Do you realize you just committed a white-collar crime?! You really can't see the big picture at all!" I could smell a strong scent from her. It was the same woody scent Jack always wore. Her suit was slightly disheveled. One button on her silk blouse was buttoned wrong, leaving a strip of lace exposed, and she had not even noticed it.

We got into the car, and Carter tore out of the parking lot, the tires screeching against the wet asphalt. ​Inside the cabin, the silence was suffocating. ​I pulled out my phone. The internet was already exploding. The fake bank document was everywhere. The top trending hashtag in the country was #GoldDiggerElena. Commenters were tearing me to pieces: ​She lived off Damian for years without releasing a hit, and now she's sleeping her way to a new contract. Damian supported her lazy career, and she robbed him on her way out. Carter Vance bought another man's ex-wife.

The dirty thoughts kept flooding in my mind as i saw the way his fingers moved while typing on his laptop. Fuck, he’s hot. The thought hit me like heat between my thighs. I imagined those big hands grabbing my waist, pinning me against the counter, that low voice growling my name while he did the most unthinkable things to me. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second. No. Stop.This is someone’s husband and my boss and it's just been a few minutes since I came here and I am already lusting after a man that is supposed to sign my paycheck. But the ache was already building.

They read aloud by the fireplace: fairy tales, poetry, the illustrated encyclopedia Mara had claimed as her favorite. One snowy evening in December, after the children were asleep, Veronica found Ethan in his study staring at his laptop screen. The light cast blue shadows across his face. “What is it?” she asked. He turned the screen toward her. An email from an unfamiliar address. Subject line: *For Your Consideration.* The message was brief. *Attached is an unpublished manuscript excerpt. Thought you might find it interesting. Best wishes.* The attachment was a P*F titled “The Cost of Secrets – Chapter One.”

They'd escaped, but a group of court officials wasted no time impeaching Vera for reckless overreach. Right on its heels, several of Nora's shops had their books seized and audited on an anonymous tip alleging tax fraud. "My darling second brother's handiwork," Julian said, turning the signet ring on his finger. "Looks like our little consort in the Cold Wing has found herself a partner." Damien Ashford—the original novel's leading man. It seemed that no matter how far the plot had strayed from its original shape, the hero and heroine still found their way back to each other.