Breaking Bad Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I typed a comment on the last chapter. [NotYourFan89: FUCK YOU, AUTHOR! WHAT KIND OF SHITTY ENDING IS THAT? YOU HAD ONE JOB! EVEN I CAN WRITE BETTER THAN YOU DO. HOW ARE YOU GOING TO COMPENSATE ME FOR THE MENTAL DAMAGE THAT THIS ENDING GAVE ME?] I was just venting. After reading a 1000 chapters long novel, it was in my right to let out some steam. [Ping!] I checked the reply. It was from the evil author.

Kareem said with all rage in him "Why? Do you feel bad?! Do you feel bad that I called your Mom stupid?! Huh?!!" "Safeenah! "Shut up!" She yells too "She came and ruined my plan by bringing this witch into your life! She destroy my all plan, this witch did!" I? What have I done? "You deserve an horrible death! You deserve hell and when I was coming to the end of my plan, she showed up and ruin it for me!"

Lia’s POV I didn’t go home that night. Instead, I walked. Through the cold streets, past the glowing windows of restaurants and shops, past couples laughing and holding hands — all reminders of a world I no longer belonged to. By the time I finally reached my apartment, the ache behind my ribs had turned into a hollow pit. Lucien had worked for Ethan. The man who shattered me. And he hadn’t told me. It shouldn’t have mattered — it was his past, not mine — but it did. Because he was the one person I’d started to trust again, and now that trust felt like glass under my feet.

Then he discovered her fanfictions: wild, smutty, and detailed enough to keep him hard for days. Finding her suddenly in his private spa had been surreal. He'd stepped in just wanting to give her an unforgettable experience as thanks… but things escalated fast. She was bold, naughty, and shockingly still a virgin. The moment his fingers entered her walls, she was so tight... so wet. He wanted to take her right there and then, but the stakes were too high. At the peak of his career, one scandal with a fan, especially his biggest fanfic writer could destroy everything. Still… he couldn’t resist giving her that orgasm.

I have no choice than laying beside him all night. Getting a sleep beside him is completely impossible. I think I could never get it. So, I reach out for the book in the drawer next to his bed. It isn't a novel. It's a finance book. He was studying a finance book. I put it down as I have no interest on reading his finance book. I grab my phone and visit the A****n kindle and start reading a novel from it. And I don't even realise when I get asleep. It is the first night, I don't dream about anything. It is just a sleep. A plain and around sleep which never happened to me after he left me alone and after mom died.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

*********** Once more, this is my specific kink. It's absolutely fucked up but it gets me off so here we are. You've been warned. Nothing about this is remotely okay in the real world, but it's hot as shit in fiction. This is a slower burn than usual, but big pay off. It will only be two parts. ***********

Paige teased as she tapped them on their foreheads. Her subordinates smiled sheepishly and announced that they were going back to work immediately. “Me too! I’ll do my best to finish my task for today. I can’t wait to get home and read the new chapter of my favorite fanfiction!” “Yeah, I can’t wait to continue. I’m still at chapter 300!” “What are you talking about?” Paige asked with curiosity. “It’s a popular fanfiction about Mr. Cedric and Ms. Maia. Its title is ‘Will You Marry Me, Again?’”

An hour later, I pulled over to my driveway and went straight to bed but I couldn’t sleep that night, trying to come up with a way to save Alicia. All the good memories came back and played over and over again that night—the memories that I was fighting so had to destroy but kept on failing. The good memories then disappeared, allowing that one bad memory that I had of Alicia to keep on playing. The only memory that always clouded the good memories that I had created with her, that one bad memory that made me hate her so much. The thought of the betrayal that I got from her made me so pissed and felt like whatever that she was going through was what she deserved for deceiving me. I had zero

With every single fraction of an inch I moved, the jagged edges of my broken bones stabbed violently into the surrounding muscle, causing a freezing sweat to instantly break out across my skin. Victoria watched the display, bursting into a fit of pure, ecstatic laughter. "Look at this, girls," she said, pointing a finger down at me as she turned to her friends, Chloe and Harper. "Doesn't she look exactly like a pathetic little maggot?" Her circle of friends immediately chimed in, roaring with hysterical laughter. I ignored their noise entirely. I kept dragging myself forward, bit by bit, until my face was finally close enough to reach the necklace. "Disgusting," Victoria grumbled, her brow f