emma and hook fanfiction

Allen Reinoel es un joven misterioso con una doble vida. Por un lado, es un hombre frío pero amable, siempre dispuesto a ayudar a los demás. Por otro lado, es un escritor de leyendas, famoso en todo el mundo por sus historias de romance, drama, misterio y acción. Jenna y Emma, dos actrices en crecimiento, se encuentran con Allen, quien se ofrece a ayudarlas a cumplir sus sueños. Pero detrás de su apariencia amable, Allen oculta un oscuro secreto. Desde las sombras, trabaja incansablemente para cumplir su objetivo, sin importar las consecuencias. En medio de una trama llena de giros inesperados, Jenna y Emma se ven envueltas en un peligroso juego de amor, drama y misterio. ¿Serán capaces de descubrir la verdadera identidad de Allen y descifrar su peligroso mundo? Una historia llena de pasión, intriga y acción, que te mantendrá en vilo hasta el final. ¿Que sucederá cuando estas piezas se unan? ¿quien sabe? Solo yo, el autor ©️ patreon.com/AllenReinoel (Contenido exclusivo)

"Well, what do we have 'ere?" A hoarse voice stated above me making my eyes glazed upward to the culprit only to freeze at the icy crystallise irises of the owner. There, above me, is the man I saved looking insanely at me with crazed eyes and a mocking tone. His hair stuck on his forehead and the smudged eyeliner created a trace of dark lining on his face making him looked hauntingly. The man gazed at my form in amazement and wonder before they captured mine again sending an icy cold coursing through my vein making me shiver. He was frightening and breath-taking at the same time. "A mermaid, aye?" he questioned as his gazed trailed down the length of my body. Grabbing my arms with one hand, he caress my face gently, his thumb grazing my parted lips before they went below to my hair twirling a single piece. I struggled from underneath him when he let the hair go grazing my breast underneath my blackened hair. Grinning at me madly, my eyes narrowed distastefully as his hand touched my crimson scales, stroking the tail almost lovingly. "Is this how you repay your saviour, pirate?" I snarled.

Emma Colette is a wealthy young lady who often visits the shack of her friend Ed where they have many discussions. Emma despises copyright and never hesitates to voice out her chagrin for it. She also carries a Nokia E75, which she wields with deadly power since according to her, 'it would hurt her foes to be downed by an old model.' Aside from this, she despises her cousin Sinbad with a passion.

This is a story where a young 18 year old dies and god decides to give him another chance, Emma frost conciousness also gets reborn into a younger version of herself in a very different version of the world [this will be a weird timeline so be wary it might not make sense some times also this my first time writing] [marvel earth - 616] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING - I am a first time writer and i wrote the script myself and have user *AI ASISTANCE* to smoothen its writing and pacing. I have used minimum help and only used AI to make it easier to read for others

Not my work i am just uploading

An AI-Generated Story] Malachi was born into the world of Supernatural as a demon, but unlike most demons, he didn't have a taste for chaos and destruction. Instead, he found himself drawn to the world of contracts and deals. Ever since he came into existence, he exhibited a remarkable talent for making bargains and fulfilling contracts with humans, often using their desires and ambitions against them. There is only one thing standing in his way of completing contracts.

After winning her first Emmy, Ava's tipsy banter with Deborah takes a sudden turn, leading to a bold kiss that changes everything. As tension shifts to passion, Ava finds herself surrendering control to Deborah in ways she never expected.

"Jimin, kau tahu?" "Hm?" "Mengapa hujan selalu menyesakkan dada setiap kali turun? Aku benci karena tidak tahu alasannya." "..."

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?