Novel & Cerita Bad Fanfictions

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."

Some people had already made some sick fan art of the whole ordeal, casting a platinum blonde stranger as Eliza. They weren’t even the worst. The worst had to be the fanfics that had seemingly popped up overnight. I only got through the blurb of one before I had to click out of the site, lest I risk permanently damaging my psyche. When I saw all this, I was a little shocked that I was yet to realise that I hadn’t yet received a scolding call from my mother. But then I checked my phone and remembered I had muted all calls and notifications from her, of which there were many.

“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.”

Fire me? An idea flashes in my mind. I do want to leave without incurring his wrath. If he sends me away, my escape will be none of his business. Even after I have made up my mind, my stomach is a bundle of nerves as I say, "I write about you." Rhys raises a brow. "So you really are a writer. Is this a boring biography or data for a blog no one will ever read?" Is he kidding me? There’s nothing boring about his life. Even if all he does is work and bark orders, a blog about him would attract millions of readers.

I started to count one up to ten to calm myself. “Bryan, I’m serious here. My best friend is hurting. Don’t act as if everything is a joke.” I told him. I can’t stop thinking about Liz. Especially the sadness in her eyes when she left. ‘Fine, I’m sorry for teasing you. I was stunned by your question; that’s why I thought of teasing you. And why are you asking me if I already have a new girlfriend? Do you want to apply?’ HE IS SO SHAMELESS. Hmph! He is so cocky because he knew that he is handsome, hot, and rich. Well, if you will think about it, he is boyfriend material. Plus, he has Korean blood.

The good and the bad nothing in between. The first at the top of the ranks would consist of the popular students such as the deranged cheerleaders, snobby rich students, the football team, and the gorgeous Greek gods which I call the bad boys. The second group consisted of nerds, crazy, the freaks, the outcasts, and the average students who are desperate to be seen by the popular students and be favored upon.

He had been her long time crush and finally she had her chance at dating him only to be dumped for a much prettier, hotter blonde senior. Shawn was every high school girls fantasy, his protruding abs would make them crave for a touch, his killer looks got their eyes dizzy at his sight, he was even hotter being the school's baseball captain and he was excellent at the game. Emily had a short lived romance dating the hottest, meanest and popular guy in school and when it ended she as the victim got no sympathy from the masses. Majority of the girls hated her for having Shawn's heart and Bailey was loved for putting an end to it.

"No that's not what I meant and you know it. You wouldn't fall in love with him for his money, but you are so into your career. How will he feel about that?" "I'll still be able to write, but I think the writing I do will change. I thought I might give fiction a shot. Urban fantasy is very big right now. I thought I'd give vampires and werewolves a try." Amy thought Brian would choke on his food. "You've got to be kidding me; you would write that junk?" "That 'junk' as you call it sells really well and also, I read that junk. I'm not sure exactly what I'll write and plan to take a while to decide. I'll never stop writing, so I need to find a subject that holds my interest."

“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.”