Bad Fanfiction Theater Novels & Stories

“He’s really good in bed. Like… dangerously good. Like ruin-you-for-other-men good.” Tia cackled so loud Jasmine had to muffle the phone with a pillow. “I cannot believe you! Miss ‘I’m just going to have a chill summer’ ended up getting railed by her brother’s firefighter best friend! Girl, you’ve been living in a whole fanfiction this whole time!”

She widened her legs, giving him a good view of her neatly trimmed pussy. "Okay," the Stalker said. "I'm gonna fuck you both, an' I'm gonna cut you," he indicated Julia, "so you'll remember me good. First, though, I want some entertainment. I heard tell of these big city pussy shows where you can watch two pussies getting' it on. I never been to one, though, so you two pussies can put on a show for me." Kelly shook her head violently. "No! You can't mean you want me to..."

“Why the hell would I do that?” “Because you’re bored out of your mind,” Marcus shot back. “Because she bruised your ego in front of the whole hallway. And because it’ll be hilarious watching the great Aiden Voss chase a girl who doesn’t want him.” Tyler whistled. “Loser pays for spring break in Santorini. Full crew, private villa, yacht, everything. That’s real money if you fail.”

This makes the couple's love last forever. *** Why is the title of this story The Bad Son-in-Law? Because the men in this story are not good sons-in-law, they are bad. They marry women without the permission of their parents or family, and they do not involve the role of the woman's family in this married life. This story begins with a mistake that ends happily. So that makes women blind with a demonic figure behind the bodies of the men they love.

he said and picked up a book that was sitting on the nightstand. “Falling for Marina Lewis,” he read the title out loud. “Yeah…no thanks, I am not reading this girly shit. I am just gonna watch you sleep like a creep instead,” Nate said and smirked. Amelia giggled and closed her eyes.

“You won’t fail because you can’t afford to. Not for yourself, not for Iris, and not for the pack.” I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The truth was, I didn’t know if I could handle another failure. I had already lost too much, my connection to Iris, the trust of my pack, my sense of self. But this journey, this chance with Thalia, was my last hope. And if it meant risking everything, then so be it. “I hope you didn't tell your paranoid mother about this whole thing.” “Don't talk about my mother like that, the fact that we are doing this shit together doesn't mean I'm okay with it. And mother knows, she is in support of whatever I want to do.”

I was in his bed and the feeling that I felt at the moment made me feel guilty and somewhat troubled and with that advantage of him being nowhere inside the room, I left before leaving him a note. What have I done? I don't think that I can face him right now. Not after that night. And now what? I chose to not think about it and ignored it. Secretly pray that all of this will end soon. I don't want to do the work anymore. Nothing good has ever come from doing the job. He is crazy. The thought of my ex-best friend who had betrayed me and got me involved with that crazy man makes me mad. The bitch is living her life to the fullest after throwing me into this mess and I wish nothing but only if

Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.

I shifted on my seat, slightly discomfited. I had once been a girl who loved parties.Hell,I was the president of a fraternity so parties had been an everyday norm for me. But in the process of moving on from Maxton,I had left that part of me in the past as well. But looking at the hopeful look on Micah's imploring face,I didn't have the heart to turn him down.I still tried to though. "Micah...parties aren't really my thing...I don't know"

He, too, wanted to watch something, but he feared it might appear weird to the sexy as hell woman seated beside him. “What would you like to watch?” He asked casually, trying not to sound too eager. “Anything medieval-like fantasy,” Alicia answered instantly. “Something we have both watched, preferably. It might be a nice time for a rerun.” Theo looked at her thoughtfully. “Have you watched outpost?” he asked. “Yeah, but the last season sucked. Terrible scripting.” She clicked her tongue in displeasure. “Legend of the seeker?” Theodore asked hopefully. “Maybe…” “Come on, what's your issue with it?” Theodore goaded, coming to the aid of his favorite show.