Fan Fiction

    This story has been set to a rating of . Age verification is required to proceed.

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, October 28, 2026

    Enter your current age into the field provide above. Stories with a rating of R or NC-17 may contain material not suitable for children. LesFan requires that all individuals wishing to read these stories confirm they are of at least 17 years of age. LesFan uses the MPAA rating labeling system for all stories.

    LesFan will also make a best attempt to filter profane words in stories that are not rated R or NC-17 unless the individual confirms they are of at least 17 years of age.

    LesFan uses the following rating scale for stories.






    Submit

    To Spashley With Love – (Chapter: Chapter Thirty-Seven)

    “Fine then leave the car, but I highly doubt the dyke in shining armor knows where we are at now,” stated Glen with a sneer. I’m not an idiot for changing the location of where I’m going. You are more than welcome to leave the car at anytime. You are the one who chose to ruin your life, Spencer not me. Don’t come crying to me when Ashley’s through with you… again!

    “Don’t worry, I won’t,” I responded. I won’t ever ask you for anything ever again. Ashley and I aren’t going to break up. I got out of the car while Glen was still driving. I fell out of the car.

    Meanwhile, Ashley was driving after Glen’s car and saw me fall out of the car. She stopped the Porsche and went towards me. “W-why did you do that?” asked Ashley referring to me leaving the car. Ashley touched my cheek. Baby, y-you’re bleeding.

    “It’s fine,” I sighed. I’ll be alright, Ash.

    “No, it’s not,” responded Ashley. You’re hurt. I am going to kick that bastard’s teeth in. I’ll catch up with him if that is the last thing I do to have my revenge for all the pain he has made us gone through. Ashley helped me up and we went back into the Porsche.

    “How did you find me?” I asked with curiosity. I thought you lost us for sure.

    “The GPS on your phone,” answered Ashley as she began to drive. I called Kyla and she told me the coordinates when Glen thought that he lost me going after him. Now, I suggest you use your seatbelt it’s going to be a really bumpy ride. I chuckled and Ashley sped up. Check the glove compartment I have tissues to help you with your bleeding until we get home and get you cleaned up. I did as told.

    Awhile later, Glen stopped his BMW when he realized he was being followed by Ashley. Ashley got out of the Porsche and Glen got out of his BMW. “So you’re up for World War III?” Glen questioned with curiosity.

    “Yes,” responded Ashley with anger. This dispute has gone on for long enough. It ends right here right now.

    “Whatever, it’s your funeral, Davies,” Glen stated cockily. Ashley punched Glen before Glen had a chance to hit her. She pushed him against his BMW and began to kick him violently in his stomach.

    Page 2 of 3123

    Comments

    Leave a Reply