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means porn. ‘not just your daily R18 comic.” Alfi gets up. “It’s a super limited special edition Doujinshi, a fan-made comic or indie comic, that it’s not even available on Enhay nor XH.” Jeje gets up. ”But, it’s quite a shock that such a thing does exist in this realm. Not only that but also it’s translated in English already.” He explained. ‘not only that.” Alfi is rummaging the bookshelf in front of him.

"Another one? Emma, this guy sounds... he sounds obsessed. He’s talking about 'ten minutes.' And 'Rose'?" "It’s just a creep, Han," I said, my voice gaining a steady, rehearsed quality. I looked at the message and rolled my eyes, though my heart was still trying to punch its way out of my chest. "I’ve been getting these for weeks. I think my number got leaked in one of those writer group chats or a promo list. Some guys think that because I write romance, I’m an open invitation for their fan-fiction fantasies." "But he sounds so... specific," Hannah whispered, her gaze still fixed on the phone.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

"Move, Kaelen. Or I'm telling Jax you're bothering me again." ​"Jax is busy," he whispered, leaning down until his lips were inches from mine. "And you don't want me to move. You want to know if I'm as rough as the stories you probably make up about me." ​"Get off me and stop writing fanfics in your head, you prick!" I hissed, even as my breath hitched. ​"Is that what this is? Fanfiction?" He smirked, his eyes darkening. He didn't move an inch; if anything, he pressed closer, his heavy chest crushing my soft one. "You don't want me to move and you know it," he whispered.

Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned the fantasies part. She wiggled her eyebrows, completely unaware that Magnus was listening intently, his fingers barely twitching against his thigh now. The pack around them held their collective breath, waiting for some reaction. Any reaction. "I used to write the most ridiculous fan fiction," Cathy continued, completely unselfconscious. "Edward and Bella? More like Edward and my imagination. I bet he'd be way less interesting in real life. Probably would just brood and play piano all day. At least werewolves seem like they know how to have fun. Do you guys have epic pack parties? I'm imagining full moon dance-offs or something."

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Abigail and her friend, Lana, sat on the plush sofa in the living room, laughing as they chatted. "Girl, it's funny, but fan pages are annoying," Lana complained as she continued scrolling through her phone. "I don't know. I like some of my fan pages," Abigail shrugged. "Oh, not until someone gets scammed by one of those fake profiles claiming to be Abigail Hathaway," Lana pointed out. "Well, I can live with that. The real issue is the blogs and their bullshit. I found one talking about my ass expecting a baby with a secret lover-who is a married man."

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”

“Girl, legendary musicians have reacted to his covers saying he outdid them! And you’re calling him okay?” “Okay… I guess he is a great singer.” I muttered, trying to sound casual, though my heart was screaming. She flopped onto the bed, kicking her legs like a teenager in love. “I’m so crazy about him. But ugh, I hate how fast our fanbase is growing. More crazy fangirls to compete with.” I forced a weak laugh. “That’s why,” she continued dramatically, “I got obsessed with Mystery BL fanfics.” My brows furrowed.