After Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The maids took care of cleaning the house and also preparing food. Most of my time was spent in the library, and it was a big library with varieties of books. It was the only thing I missed in the house. After reading lots of books, I decided to start writing mine one day. I wrote a lot of fan fiction for books I didn't like the ending and I also change the life of characters that I think deserved better. From writing fan fiction, I switched to writing original stories but none of the family knew about this. I was supposed to be invisible but if they found out I was writing or doing anything productive, I would be punished.

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.