Comics Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Another laugh escaped me, and the tension that had been gripping my chest and neck all evening loosened slightly. FELIX: What is it with you and these comparisons? And yes, apparently, I am the weirdest one in Whitmore High. There was no need to explain further…it was a matter of time before she’d choose to abandon me for the bandwagon of Elias’ crazed fans; everyone always did NOVELLWARRIOR: I’m an eighteen-year-old girl obsessed with morally grey male leads and crazy five-hundred-year-old fictional male beings….of course, I’m a bit quirky.

I faked a gasp, hoping that would make him laugh, or smile at least, but nothing happened. I was sitting here next to him, but I felt like I was by myself. It made me sad to think we were slowly drifting back to how things used to be between us when Ilya first got here. I don't like it. "Volume three of that comic is already out, should we get it on our way home?" I asked, peeking at Ilya, hoping that would pique his interest at least, but he didn't even do as if it was just the two of us here and he was the one I was talking to.

We hold hands as we walk down the street. I swear I hear background music from somewhere. If this was those movies he watches, this would be the part where the conversation is muted, and a soft pop song plays in the background. Our conversation is not muted because this is real life. “No, but seriously, you don’t think Dr. Fern deserves his own spin off??” I ask him seriously. Dr. Fern is from one of the comics I just finished, it stuck with me. And doesn’t like my favorite character, and I don’t like his.

“That’s gonna be more interesting than some chick lit which makes no sense!” Maybe it just doesn’t make any sense to you, Halsey thinks but aloud she says, “Which book do you suggest we re-write?” “Batman,” Nathan grins. “Or Slam Dunk. That’s more my type of comic.” “Slam what?” Nathan rolls his eyes. “Do you read anything interesting other than these boring books?” he asks. “Or even do anything other than read?” He picks up Halsey’s copy of Animal Farm and aimlessly flips through it. Halsey frowns at him, slightly annoyed by his lack of enthusiasm.

Hazel doesn’t like comics because they are mostly sexually explicit and all sexual scenes are arranged. We both barely have a thing in common; if we were a couple, then red flags would be all that could be seen. I began reading this comic book, Demoralized Plaything. It was quite interesting, but it ended quicker than I expected. Just when I was about to begin on Jinx, a maid came in. "Miss Maddy." She called, alerting me. I slowly raised my head up from my phone to see her gazing at me with a soft smile on her face.

"What do you think?" Julia smiled. "You are a sadistic genius," she said. Michael pulled the blade sharply upward and Mickey screamed until Julia got sick of it and stuffed a bar towel into his mouth. She leaned over him. "Now, listen to me you fat wanker. This is just a dream, so my friend hasn't really cut off your tiny little dick. Thing is, when you wake up, it'll be just like he has. You won't be able to get it up, and I doubt you'll have much interest in sex anyway."

Or was it her natural charm? From a few away, the design students were frowning at the new member of the Comic Club. “Hey, isn’t that Cain Tang?” one of them whispered. “What’s he doing there?” “Let’s approach him,” another student suggested. “Done!” Malorie exclaimed. Everyone was gaping at the art in awe and broke into loud cheers. Malorie was startled by the response. Cain was also smiling at her, clapping the hardest. She had drawn two characters, one boy and a girl. The boy resembled Cain while the girl was a lot like Malorie. In the strip, the girl was handing the boy the Comic Club t-shirt with a happy smile while the boy’s cold expression was softer as he accepted the gift.

“Now that’s glorious. The expression on Cam’s face and the way you’ve drawn Talen like he’s a f-king sex god… I love it! I want it on my bedroom wall. Just look at Talen’s c-ck, it even looks slick with lube… And is that a handprint on Cam’s arse?” She laughed, flattered by his enthusiasm. “It’s a pet project. Perhaps prep for the next comic book series when this one is finished.” “Well, anytime you need us to pose for you…” he winked. “Get your mind off your c-ck, turn the page,” she laughed. “And help me out you fool.”