natsu and mirajane lemon fanfiction

After many years of living away, Abigail Hopper returns to her hometown because of her father's transfer. Abigail has a crush on her new classmate, Micheal Whitlock in her new college but stops having feelings after learning that he's a werewolf. Abigail secretly writes mystery thriller books online under a pen name 'phoenix'. Things get dirty when a murder occurrs in the the manner described by Abigail in her book. Micheal discovers Abigail's secret and suspects her of being the murderer. A murder occurs when Abigail was in Michael's custody, proving her that she's not the perpetrator. Michael and Abigail try to find the murderer together to stop the town from being a burial ground. Knowing that the murderer is one of their college's teachers who attempted to shatter the peace between the human and werewolf communities by murdering innocent people and werewolves, Michael and Abigail apprehended him and filed a lawsuit against him in order to restore peace to their village.

Adler Hayes Vergara may be an easy-going, responsible, calm, and collected Executive but he is a drunk mess when stressed and a man who isn't ready for commitment and responsibility, thinking that he should keep the ball rolling while he's still free from the engagement arranged by his family. But one rainy day, a woman appears on his doorstep, soaked and pale like a stray kitten, introducing herself as his fiancée!

. "I WILL NOT WAKE HIM" My voice thunders through the large throne room. All who reside in it are brought to their knees. Cowering and bowing their heads. I take a sharp inhale and the wave of power leaves them and they return to their previous positions. Another member of my court approaches, I nod allowing her to come forward. Her long green dress, compliments her light brown hair and golden eyes. "Mara, what say you?" Alarich takes her hand and guides her forward "My beautiful queen, only your blood can wake him, if you see it fit to subdue him after and place him back to rest. My men and I will happily comply" I smile at her and Alarich. "You think it's that easy. I will not be weak. You know this and he will see to it I am, specially if I carry his child". Alarich places a gentle kiss to Mara's forehead. Grateful for his loves presence and offer. "Majesty your mark moves, it longs for him" She looks up at me with hopeful eyes. "Oh Mara, I cannot allow him back into the world. I am strong enough to take a rebellion on by myself, no one can kill me with this mark and no one else can hold it, whilst I'm alive. "You ask me to wake the only one who can kill me?"

Melissa's life was never the same after discovering her husband's infidelity. She closed herself off to love and threw herself into work, believing that was all she needed to be happy. But on a hot and unexpected night, she met Ricardo, a charming and seductive man who completely changed her perspective on life. Despite resisting at first, Melissa eventually gave in to the seductive game proposed by Ricardo. Their forbidden and intense romance was a rollercoaster of emotions, leaving her torn between the fear of surrendering again and the desire to live a true love. Meanwhile, Ricardo tried to convince her that the past didn't define her future and that she deserved to be happy again. Together, they faced many obstacles and surrendered to desire, not knowing what the future held for them. Amid ups and downs, Melissa discovered that love can arise when least expected and that sometimes it is necessary to take risks to be happy. But would she be ready to fully surrender to Ricardo and leave the past behind? The answer would only come with time, and many twists and turns were still to come.

"Huff Huff, who am i? rather what am i?" Blake thought swaddled in moss and mud. Justice, did such a thing exist?. It's a dog bite dog world,the strong remain strong and the weak are being trampled upon. Pathetic. Being weak is pathetic. Hah!!!, this ... this was doomed right from the start. With the devil's grin and longing for the blood of his enemies he let out blood curling screeches. "This isn't over!!!!" He screamed into nothingness. This is story brings you to a world of explicit and realistic romance, it's an coming of age story of great protagonists and their intertwined, buried histories. *WARNING CONTAINS MATURE SCENES!

Anastasia Gastiello, is not your typical girl. She was once the meanest, baddest, most cruel cheer captain in Grimsborrow high. That changed after the accident. When she woke up with no memories from the first day she entered high school, covered in her blood with the dead bodies of her family scattered around her. Anastasia isn’t the main suspect, no in fact the police know that she didn’t do it because her injuries show that she’s supposed to be dead. But somehow she survived. As Anastasia tries to get back into her school routine, while the people she bullied seek out revenge, HE shows up to save her. Griffin Masters scares her. This big black furred wolf hybrid is dangerous, and should not be trusted. But he won’t leave her alone, and seems obsessed with helping her uncover her memories of that night. He is the bad boy every parent warns you about. They begin their investigation in private, away from the cops and some very powerful people who are hell bent on ensuring she never regains her memory, and that the truth about what happened to her family never gets out. Anastasia desperately wants answers, and the closer she gets the more she realizes that the truth might not be worth discovering after all.

Felicity Genson is a college student having her own version of a roller coaster ride of life. As she deals with her problem, Drake Montessario came into the picture. They became friends and developed feelings. Thus, it was a U-turn to their fantasy life. Stephanie Beatriz came and ruined their bubbles. Should Felt hate her or support his best friend Drake? In life, one thing that we should always remember is to be trust anybody. Even yourself. We make the stupid decisions we could when were in love. Just like Felicity.

"You can never be a mother. Your womb cannot carry a child" the doctor announced to Catherine after so many miscarriages with unknown causes. "Now you are pregnant with twin daughters" the same doctor told her again. She couldn't believe her ears. She went for another test and it came out positive. Arthur, her husband, is overjoyed but keeps the babies a secret until they are delivered. Now the babies are born, one is dead and the other has Autism. Catherine thought she couldn't be more shattered until she looses her husband as well and is taken into captivity by an unknown man who claimed to be responsible for her miscarriages. Will she ever find out that her daughter Mara isn't dead? Will she come to know that Mia isn't ordinary?. When two sisters are separated will they ever meet? And what if they do ? Why would fate be so cruel to put one in the position to choose between her job and the life of a lookalike stranger and then make her find out she is a lost princess?

What we all want might be what someone else needs. A glamorous affection does not instigate true affection. Can love come after lust and can lust lead to love? I think they are quite different things and do different work too, no part for a whole and no whole for a part. Read and enjoy.

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.