Bad Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"No, I don't..." I looked between her and the two boys. I saw Owen glance over, but he looked back at Marcus as soon as he saw me look. "Who!?" Haylie glared at me. "Shush!" I gestured, urging her to spill and whisper-shouted. "Who!?" She chewed her cheek, hesitant to tell me before she whispered. "Marcus..." She looked away. My eyes widened. "Really?" I whispered, in utter disbelief. My best friend liked the best friend of the worst person to have ever existed. Crazy.

"I have a condition. Bibliomania. Medically diagnosed." "That's a real thing?" "Probably not. But it should be." She finally looked up at him. Really looked. Her eyes were dark and direct and slightly amused. "You're very tall." "I am." Axel wasn't sure what to do with that. "Do you need help with those?" "The books? I've got them." She demonstrated by immediately dropping two. "Mostly." Axel picked them up. Read the covers—both romance novels. "Good books?" "The best kind. Loud heroines, complicated men, happy endings." She took them back. "You don't read romance."

Man I pity them. I reach and enter the class, few minutes later he enters. He starts to talk about quadratic equations and I just tune him out. Maths isn't really my strong suit so I don't really care much about it. As far as I pass I'm cool with that. Since I'm not actually paying attention, I glance out the window daydreaming about California, and days with my best friend Lucas. You didn't think I'd be best friends with a girl right?. No offense but I don't really like girls..they come with too much drama, if you know what I mean.

"Max___!" "Fool me once, shame... Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me thrice, b*tch, I ain't your kid! I won't be carrying your cross the entire f*cking time. I'm f*cking done being your get-away card! Whatever it is the two of us had, it's f*cking done!" "But___"

Lilith leaned next to him while Finn chose a book. He found a superhero book and read the story, inserting villain’s voices. When he tried to imitate a damsel in distress, both Jacob and Lilith burst out laughing at his very poor portrayal of a woman. “Hey, I thought that was pretty good,” he said, with a smile. He finished the story and Lilith tucked the covers up under Jacob’s chin. “Good night love, I’ll see you in the morning,” she said and turned to leave father and son alone for a moment.

I need that bad boy to fuck me so hard that I will scream his name, thinking about him got me arouse with lust. I could really see me and Harlem being an idol at school, while all the girls will get jealous of me, and the guys will envy Harlem including Jackson. Because he will have the popular girl on his arm. I cannot wait til we build our fountain of love. I could feel the envy of Charmaine losing Harlem to me, that the way the world works. And so far everything will benefit me, I have the perfect plan to ged rid of Jackson. It will have to involve a girl, as dump as Jackson is he will fall for it no matter what. In the end the good girls always win, that what I am a good girl seeking a b

I'm sure she'll be mad if I talk to her, but I have a message from her on my phone, and it's weird as fuck: Good luck. Good luck? So she's been with this idiot. Good luck with what? It's late; I don't expect her to respond. She has old lady hours, and when Paige sleeps, I should be with another girl fucking her right here. And I try. I grab the first girl I see outside; she follows me without hesitation, but I can't even get it up. What the hell did she do to me? I grab her hand and forcefully rub it against my cock, trying to provoke something, but even then, because she's a damn brute, it doesn't work.

“You couldn’t remember the name Harry, but you could remember Zayn? I’m impressed. Next you’re going to tell me you’re writing One Direction fanfiction.” I stared at her. “How can you write fanfiction about real people?” “Oh, you sweet summer child.” She was laughing maniacally as she began typing into her phone. “It’s the Internet. Haven’t you heard of rule thirty-four?” I shook my head. I regretted going down this rabbit hole already. “You can find any kind of porn on the Internet. Duh.” Niamh cackled. “There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.”

Wrong (Bad Boy Billionaires #3) *BLURB* Henry Cavendish was my ideal man. He's a compassionate lover and definitely husband material. Almost everything about him was right. However, Adam Cavendish was stirring up my hormones. He's an ultimate womanizer, an expert kisser, and heck, he was my boss! So everything about him was wrong. I was suddenly torn between two hot lovers. There shouldn’t be a choice. Sharing is a great sin, but I wanted them both.

It is high school after all, what else can anyone expect? The bonfire is lit, the music is blaring, and the drinks are flowing. People are making out, taking photos and acting like they are all friends. It isn’t my scene. To start, I don’t drink for personal reasons. When your father is an abusive alcoholic who takes all his anger out on you, it tends to put you off drinking. I have a deep fear that if I start drinking, I will end up acting like him. I don’t want that. That is not who I am. I could never imagine hurting anyone or anything. If anyone asks, though, my excuse for not drinking is that it doesn’t agree with me and makes me sick. They don’t need to know the truth.