Bad Fanfiction Theater Novels & Stories

Nathan was pulling very hard, causing Thea's hand to hurt. Theo's hands warmly enveloped her, with a strength that was neither light nor heavy, providing enough sense of security. "Ms. Thea, I was your avid fan. I particularly loved the clothes you designed. Can you give this fan a chance to collaborate in a dance later?" Theo said with a flattering smile. Thea's face twitched. "..." Is the future prince her avid fan? If it were true, she would have laughed herself awake. She was certain that Theo's excuse was just a random fabrication; he simply didn't like her being with Nathan because he knew Nathan was not a good person.

, and "Reaching the Pinnacle of Hopelessness" [Emotional Damage Rating: Catastrophic] [Angst Points: +8] [Thea's Current Progress: 99/100] Thea was at 99 points, lacking only one point.

I needed to get some fresh air or else I was going to start jerking off right then and there. I walked out of the room and down the hall, the same way I had gone last night, the night when Leia had almost so fucking wasted she almost got raped. The night when Jacob had lied to her. My hands clenched into fists as I strode down the length of doors and towards the elevator. That fucking asshole.

Felix waggles his eyebrows. "No, I'm good. I need to work on my research paper." "Dude, it's Friday night. You can work on it on Sunday. It's not even due till next week. What the hell is your problem? Let's just go to the party!" Felix punches me on the shoulder. "It's just not my scene. What can I say?" I shrug. "Not your scene? Come on, live a little." "No one wants to hang out with a faggot like you anyway."

As long as I didn't kill anybody there, I was fine. It was Thea's performance at the talent show that set it off. I usually don't think twice about females, but that body, that face. Her smell. Everything about her. She's a fantasy. Fantasy enough for three brothers to share her in front of everyone. The way her face looked when they kissed her, touched her—I knew she'd be a fantasy in bed.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Austin frowned as he reached for my work ID, but before he could glance at it, Isla snatched it away and ripped it to shreds. "What are you doing?!" I snapped. She flung the fragments in my face with a sneer. "Still trying to fool Austin with a fake ID? Don't bother. I saw through your little trick long ago." Her laughter rang sharp and cruel. "Look at you. The best you could manage is selling yourself to some decrepit old man. Though I doubt anyone would even want you."

“Not physically, not yet, but just… watching him fall apart piece by piece.” Theo grins. “You mean the way you did to that transfer kid in sophomore year?” I smirk. “Exactly.” Damian leans back, folding his arms. “This Sloane thing—” I cut him a look sharp enough to slice through bone. “What Sloane thing?” He raises a brow, unbothered. “The fake dating. The ‘let’s ruin the ex-best friend and his little plastic girlfriend’ thing.” My jaw flexes. “That’s not what it is.”

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I left the hut and sat on the low deck of the porch, being lit by the mockery of Mother Moon. - Where's your protection bitch? Do you like to play with your little children and your bastards for entertainment and then mock us with your glittering power and influence? Do you like to feel beautiful and powerful in all your grace and light? I hope you wither and go to the fucking house. - I plucked the grass and stared at nothing letting the rest of the tears fall. Okay, if I couldn't sleep, even with all the numbness in my body, I would stay here, staring at the half-dead landscape of Betina's cabin until all the bad feelings passed. I would let my tears wash this body and soul.