After Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules. What fantasy do you have? Comment on it, and you might be lucky enough to get your story chosen.

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

Now, they came to apologize when Alex had fallen from grace. However, those who once stood at the top of the world never cared about these comments. People generally enjoyed fiction. They liked to live their life as if they were in a fiction. Even before Alex retired, people had made up countless fan fiction storylines about him. When the match was live-streamed, many people would comment, "The King has returned" in the live chat, indicating that the three-year period had passed, and it was time for the genius to come back for revenge.

Потому что мы знаем, как вы, ребята, любите фанфики, и потому что у вас, ребята, есть много хороших работ фанфиков, поэтому мы хотим опубликовать эту инструкцию о контрактах фанфиков, чтобы вы не были слишком смущены. Прежде всего, мы являемся открытым сайтом как для писателей, так и для читателей. Мы открыты для всех жанров и стилей письма. К сожалению, хотя мы хотели бы иметь всю работу на нашем сайте, мы можем делать предложения писателям только для ограниченных, когда дело доходит до фанфиков из-за проблем с авторским правом. Кроме того, пожалуйста, изб егайте использования изображений, которые могут быть связаны с нарушением прав, в качестве обложки вашей книги.

Whatever. Unknown Pov I walking down the street thinking about my love life when I sighted the girl that Jace was talking about... That he's inlove with eeew, I feel like puking, how can he leave me for a lowlife and a famous girl who I think doesn't even like him. FYI Jace was my ex, well, he left me before he even met that thing, she's lucky she's famous, if not she'd be gone by now.

It has been three years since my younger sister, Elsa got married to her Husband. I have left the country for over four years. After I got a job in a different country and had a failed relationship with my Boyfriend, Jacob. He was a very lovely man, kindhearted and fucked me so well. We broke up after I left, and we never talked to each other since then. I missed Elsa’s wedding, I was cut off from my family. I worked a lot, I haven’t even seen my Mom and Elsa in over four years. I heard she now has a daughter.

It's hard to say. Naomi howled with laughter. “This is art,” she declared. “We’re putting this in the council room.” “We are not,” I said automatically, even as my lips twitched. Rowan bounced on their toes. “We told everyone,” they said proudly. “About how you yelled at the Moon and bit the bad Alpha and made your own rules.” I swallowed. “Everyone?” I asked. “Everyone under twelve,” Naomi supplied. “The older ones have their own fan fiction.”

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

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