Fan fiction - Page 7



She walked along a roadway; her car had broken down and she was going to get help, she had forgotten her cell phone back at her house. She wore a black mini skirt, a light pink short sleeved blouse, and navy blue flip-flops
My Journey to be a Pokemon Master Chapter 1 As I lay in the grasses of Pallet town looking up at the evening sky. Pidgey fly by on their way to their nests. "Tomorrows is the day isnt it Jason?" Sitting up I say my long time girlfriend Jane walking up to me."Why yes ma'am yes it is



“Alice have you seen my raccoon cap? I can’t find it” Ralph Kramden yelled out to his attractive wife who was in the kitchen. “No I haven’t Ralph, where was it the last time that you saw it?” she answered



Hi my name is Detective Olivia Benson and this the story of how I became the Stabler family sex slave…



The Burrow, a ramshackle house just outside Ottery St. Catchpole, it's seven floors, hastily stacked on top of each other, bits sticking out haphazardly all over the place. Muggles that saw it would swear, jokingly, that it was held together by magic



Midge wiped Archie's sperm off her face, and sidled over to him. Archie was still sitting on the chair in the corner. He looked up at Midge who approached him slowly, and then seductively sat on his lap. Putting her arms around his neck, she slowly began to kiss him



This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author



Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise
By Hana M Brimeck I set the phone down “Ok guys pizza's on its way.” “Yay Pizza!” They holler in unison. “While we're waiting Aimee there's something I wanted to talk to you about



Daffney shivered in the cold night air, "Why am I here?" she thought, waiting on the door to open to the small cabin. Then suddenly, the crooked door slowly opened, as if a ghost hand turned the knob. Dim light fromthree candles, on a small coffee table



I am self-employed as a business marketing analyst. My job is stressful and usually very busy. As my own boss though, I take off time whenever I want to. This particular day I have taken off to go fishing. I’ve gone to a stream, I know of, in the Santa Monica Mountains



This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author. Chapter 8 February had arrived and with it finally came some brighter weather as the first green buds began to appear on the trees again
The story was suspended for violating the under 18 policy. Even though no ages were ever mentioned, I’ve touched up some of the language to make it less suggestive



Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Twelve – The Feast Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author



Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Thirty-Eight – Ginny Goes Black Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author