Worm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My other works here: 1) Mafia's Arranged Love (Vayden & Viana's story) 2) The Extrovert Weds The Introvert (Blaze & Diva's story) 3) The Secret Of My Boss (Aria & Zaiden's story) 4) The Vampire Potion (Alexander & Becca's story)

She got a pen and paper from the waiter and continued writing. Jason tightened his grip before smiling bitterly. "My wife." Perhaps the woman in front of him looked too much like Ivy; Jason had his guard down. For the first time in a year, he poured out the pain he had kept buried deep inside. "I loved my wife very much. But because of some malicious rumors, I made the wrong judgment. In the end, she died in a fire. "Ever since then, I’ve had the same dream every night. In it, I always manage to grab her hand amid the flames. But just as we’re about to escape, she always pulls away and walks back into the fire.

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

So, after a short but well-deserved night's rest, the werewolves wasted no time, eagerly embarking on their journey to Wolf Town. But Jeremy pulled an all-nighter, unable to find any slumber. Each time he shut his eyes, his mind involuntarily hit the play button, replaying the heart-wrenching scene of Celeste being whisked away. The imagery grew more vivid with every flicker, etching itself into his consciousness.

“I'm a selfish son of a bitch, right?” Fang shook his head. “No, I don't think so. None of the club think that. I lost the woman I loved, Cyber.” He was talking about his wife. I knew of her, but I hadn't met her. I had barely started prospecting when Fang had lost control of his bike. He had spent several weeks in the hospital, but his wife hadn't been so lucky. Fang had lost the love of his life that day. His wife and the child they hadn’t known they were expecting.

and Liam nodded. “And your eyes in here earlier, did you know that I would be listening in? You planned that as well?” Liam laughed, and it was a cruel, nasty laugh. “We heard you coming,” he said. “It was just a bonus that your mind was so warped with this bullshit that you imagined us chasing you like. What is it you write about? Werewolves, right? Tell me darling, did you hear us growl too? Too caught up in your own fantasy that you even accused me of trying to kill you,” He rolled his eyes, and I squeezed my hand shut and dug my nails into my palm to stop myself from crying again.

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

This was not the slow give and take of the turning of a new vampire. This was the rampant, wicked slaking of the hunger that possesses the vampire from time to time. Jemma moaned and felt her first orgasm as she thought of how her sweet Maggie was giving this to her. She dropped her hand between Maggie's legs and quickly drove three fingers into the woman's hot, wet cunt.

His smirk grew. ‘You don’t have any friends here… well unless you count that little vampire whore that belongs to me now’. I clenched my jaw, knowing if I said ANYTHING, he would go and take it out on her, but he noticed my action. ‘You know, I really don’t see what the fascination was with you and your brother… I’ve had her, she’s not that great in bed’. ‘Yeah well when you're forcing her into it, I doubt it was good for her either’. He let out a laugh.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”