Yellowstone Fanfiction Novels & Stories

DeLorna whispered to his ears, to his surprise of Jefferson. "And don't say a word, please." She added. DeLorna got off him, and she lay on the bed. Dylan was worried about her, but one look at her made him swallow whatever it is he had wanted to say, he knew he couldn't say no to her. He got on top of her and kissed her forehead passionately, then he kissed her nose, and her lips, he began trailing kisses down her stomach until he got to her pussy. He kissed the entrance of her honeypot, not minding the cum on it, and then he stood up.

Only a burning, endless anger that what he loved had been taken from him. ***** PRESENT DAY. Zhedya poured a finger of expensive whiskey, his hand steady only through force of will. He had just posted a new article to “Feral Minds.” He wrote them himself now, in a style as close to Ian’s as he could manage, keeping the blog alive. It was a shrine, a promise. ‘See? Your world is still here, waiting for you.’ His phone, lying on the desk, vibrated with a harsh, ugly sound. The screen flashed: UNKNOWN CALLER.

Violet: I don’t know what woke me. It wasn’t a sound, not exactly. The camp lay quiet beneath me, the fire reduced to a low glow of embers, the lycans sprawled in exhausted sleep after their patrol rotations. The night air cooled my skin as I rested along a thick branch high above them. But something felt wrong. The Badlands didn’t breathe the way forests did. They didn’t whisper or hum. They waited. And something had just stepped into that waiting.

"You truly are as romantic as your father Hakkon was with Queen Aslaugh, which is to say, you would slaughter a boar in front of me, dearest Turry, and give me its still beating heart – but come evenings of poetry, mead, and song, and you would blunder about like the oafish warrior princess that you are, stumbling over confessions of love and songs of paramours. Your singing is like a dying cat in heat, and the poetry you have tried to recite to me is truly atrocious. The feminine arts of courting are better left to your delicate little sister Yuri." "I am too a romantic!" I protested, nipping her nose with my unusually sharp teeth. She laughed to high Valhalla, so loud Wotan the Raven could

Furrowing at those words, Yoko looked up at Zane in confusion, stopping mid step and staring back at him. When he saw Yoko’s confused frown, he added, “I don't want to stand in the way of you taking your relationship further with her, and now that Wu is on my tail, things might become a bit hectic before it gets better, and-” “Boss, I am dating the queen of chaos. Do you think a life behind a picky white fence is what she wants? Her only goal is to join her father's gang which is wild. If you think you are causing my relationship harm, just know that I am dating a woman who threatened to carve my heart out and feed it to the dogs if I ever break hers. Honestly, I fear for my life more with

The Lycan's Secret Mate 35. Confusion After dinner, I excused myself and headed back to my room. Mary followed me, sensing that something was wrong. "Tell me what's going on, Liliana," she pleaded. "I'm your friend, and I want to help you." I took a deep breath and decided to confide in her. "Mary, I spoke to Xander, and he offered me a place in his pack. I'm thinking about leaving."

My eyes were wide open in shock and fear. How could I forget; this woman was a God damned fully awakened lycan. “You dare try to strike me, Gabriel?” She roared. The entire matter had escalated into more than I had bargained for and it was going to escalate some more if I did not find a way out of it. A lycan mate is very similar to a black widow spider or a female prey mantis, their mates are always in danger. Mira's height was steadily increasing as her body morphed into its secondary form.

breaking them apart, and Arec hurried back to the stove to check the steaks. Eve giggled, then jumped as her phone beeped, indicating she’d gotten a text message. “Who’s that?” Arec asked, turning the steaks over and shaking his head. “I think these are still good.” Eve pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at it. A huge smile lit her face as she said, “It’s from Linda!” The smile faded as she read the text. “She wants to hang out with me tomorrow night,” she said. “What am I supposed to tell her? It’s not like I can tell her that I have plans to meet my Lycan boyfriend’s family!”

Gavin went with me willingly, and by the time we were outside, he had me wrapped in his arms. “What happened?” He asked, his lips pressing against my temple. “What did he say to you?” “I’ll tell you about it later, but we need to go to Yellowstone,” I told him. “What’s in Yellowstone?” He asked, raising his brows. After a beat, I looked up at him. “Megan Churchill.”