Falice 2
| Falice Oneshots | This is a continuation of my other oneshot book. Feel free to comment your thoughts or any requests.
| Falice Oneshots | This is a continuation of my other oneshot book. Feel free to comment your thoughts or any requests.
She still sees him. She still talks to him. Alice works in her garden every single day, after having devoted her life to the flowers she grows and sells in her floral shop. It all leads back to the first day of spring twenty five years ago, when she was forced by her husband to give up her son Charles. Even when all...
Some random falice stories that came up in my mind or something different from the series that I'll change? This is my first story so I'll try my best. English isn't my first language! Started: 12 October 2021
🕊️𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 🦋𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞,... 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 🔓𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 �...
When it comes to the hustle and bustle of the business world, nothing and no one was going to distract Alice Smith from being the best of the best. Not even the mysterious, handsome man hired to be her second hand.
FP Jones is dragged to a stripclub by his coworkers who come there every Friday just to see that one girl peform. Everytime there's just one guy lucky enough to be picked out by her who she is giving her body to. On that one particular night she chooses the innocent brown eyes of the sexy laywer in front of her...
A collection of short stories based on my favorite Riverdale couple. Feel free to send prompts/ideas my way!
Collection of OS Hermione Lodge Hiram Lodge Alice Cooper FP Jones Tom Keller - smut, love, whatever comes to my mind FOR REQUESTS PLEASE WRITE ME
"This started out as just sex and that's how it'll stay." "So we're just friends who fuck?" "Exactly." ❌ Alice Smith is freshly divorced and drinking away in a bar on the Southside when she meets FP Jones. A few drinks later and before she knows it she's in his bed, him inside her and she's never felt more alive than...
"The oak floorboards of the Jones-Smith-Cooper house creaked from the pressure of each footstep taken by Alice Smith. She paced back and forth with one hand on her hip, the other resting upon the side of her lip as she chewed on one of her freshly polished fingernails. What was taking so long? She needed FP home right...