Bad Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She shut her computer in anger and then she glared at me. " I don't want you to do better!" " I - I don't understand" " Why can't you be like every other teen who likes to hang out with their friends and who doesn't give two shits about school and homework, I mean, how old are you anyway?" " Thirteen" I muttered. " And you don't even have a girlfriend" " I'm too young for that mom" " Look at you, your peers all have girlfriends or at least they want to, you just want to waste your time living in books!" She said with so much disgust.

That being said, here are some fun facts about this book; 1. It’s my first attempt at teenfiction. I was almost certain readers would notice and call me out on that. 2. BBTB was supposed to be a short story project. I was so worried it would be a flop so I planned to make it between 40-80 chapters. But the story grew wings and took off on its own. 3. This is the longest story I have ever written. I am just as surprised as you are and I was pleasantly shocked to see comments wanting their lovestory to go on for much longer. Those comments kept me going even on the bad days. So, thank you.

But he did the same thing. I let out a sigh, my brush getting caught in a knot. I wince as I yank it through. I don't enjoy lying to Finn or sneaking around his back. I am a bad liar, especially when I try to lie to Finn. He always knows. I don't plan to date Alec. We just had fun and honestly, it wouldn't even matter, if he wasn't so close with my brother. I don't want another Miles-Isobel-Finn situation to arise.

“They don’t exist.” She chuckled. “You have weirder imagination, Percie.” I stood up. “You have no idea. That woman here before, I think of her as a zombie with a horn and fangs. She has no brains, but she whispers to everyone and takes them to her lair, then eats their brains, skins them, then drains their blood, and throws them afterward.” She giggled. Did she just giggle? ”You’re gonna be a good writer, Percie.”

Samantha exclaimed and Sia rolled her eyes watching as Samantha hurried towards the Tv, powering it on and opening her n*****x on the Tv. “Fantasy, thriller, Ya, non fiction, mystery?” Samantha asked. “Fantasy” Sia replied carrying her food and Samantha’s towards the seating room. “You haven't seen Fate, the winx saga right?” Smanatha asked, collecting her plate of food from Sia who immediately shook her head.

"That's enough, thank you!" "I thought you said it was okay to read this?" Logan looks at me innocently. "Yeah. I change my mind. What the hell is this book about anyway?" I grunt. "Have you not been listening at all? It's an erotic romance called 'Mafia Boss's Slave.' "Mafia boss's what? What kind of demented book are you reading, and how is that supposed to help me sleep?" I chuckled. "Whatever, I tried." Logan slams the book shut and stands up. "Try to get some sleep, Daniel. You need it. Goodnight."

"No, Brother, please. Sammy is sincere as long as mommy can recover quickly." "She's not sick, Sam! Why is it so hard for you to understand, huh?!" said Shawn angrily. "500 million? Which rehab that's so expensive like that! And where do you think she got the money to pay off? There's no way she can collect that much money! Do you know what she means by doing this?" he asked sharply. "So that she doesn't have to think about you again for the rest of her life," he said. "Why? Because she doesn't love us, that's why she wants us away from her life!"

“Well then, this celebrity likes you.” The fun atmosphere subsided again. Mea’s greatly confused at the situation developing too fast. She has to revisit all the facts logically or she’ll end up overthinking. One thing you can’t do to a Mea Cristy del Bien is lead her mind to overthink. That might be a lie, but she likes convincing herself that way.

“You only want her now because you feel guilty for making her go through all that alone. You and I know deep down, you're nothing but a heartless monster, cloaking yourself in fakeness. You and I know that, and that why you almost killed your own mother back then.” “Shut it.” I growled, clenching my fists hard. “It's all your fault so don't pin the blame on me like you always do. We both know it was all your doing but not anymore.” “And who would believe you? Even though I fight with her a lot, I still loved her as my mate and everyone knows I would never hurt her. So what proof do you have to blame me for you own wolf succumbing to his dark side and forcing his way out.” He taunted and my b

Maybe if I drank enough, tomorrow would stop feeling so real. I twirled lazily across the living room, laughing at absolutely nothing as another song blasted through the speakers. The city lights poured through my windows, painting everything gold and blurry. This was good. I was good. I ignored the tiny voice in my head asking why I felt like I was waiting for something terrible to happen. My phone buzzed against the counter. A text, from Daniel. My fiancé. Miss you already, future wife. A smile tugged at my lips despite everything.