Does Fanfiction Count As Reading Novels & Stories

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I heard muffled chattering , Raven glared at everyone and they were shushed. “First one is writing the story. It is about making an album about love. I know it’s been anticipated a lot from Mr. Kian to write about love. According to my maths,” he showed a slide showing statistical data, “ ninety people who are fans of Mr.Calloway have written fanfics about him. It means they fantasise about Mr.Kian being in love, and if we use this, I can say, there are more than ninety percent success rate of the album. Even if it is on a lower budget.” he was right. I looked at Raven, he looked at me with an expression that said that he was somewhat convinced of it.

” I run my tongue along the lacey edge of her panties, a few inches below her belly button. “You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you agai

“Nope, I’m the boss tonight, you want to fuck me my way or you won’t fuck me at all.” I stare at her for seconds, she’s serious as fuck. I groan defeated. “Fine. How does that stupid game of yours work?” She grins. “Okay, who wants to read first?” “Reading? Fuck me! I don’t want to read that trash!” “That’s mean. This is not trash. The author worked hard to make this worth reading. This may be a work of fiction, but don’t you know authors—” “Okay, okay, fine!” I sit down on the bed naked. I see her eyeing my semi-hard cock. “Like what you see?”

Books are oxygen for the literate. For me, there's no other way to breathe. Breathing comes naturally to living organisms. For a nerd with a perfect attendance record and zero friends, air fills my lungs, and words fill my head. I like filling my head with facts, opinions, and fanfiction. There's nothing better than reading Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fanfics on a Friday night.

She asked, the man frowned. "I've been calling you for the past five minutes now, what are you reading??" On reflex the girl pressed the book closer to her chest and stuttered… "n..nothing, it's just a silly novel" she lied, the book was a dark romance novel with scenes she very much liked to keep to herself only. Not even her closest friend knew what she was always reading or half of her fantasies.

•I DO NOT ALLOW WRITTEN FAN FICTION OF MY STORY AND CHARACTERS. -This is a book of Fiction. All name characters, location, and incidence are products of the writer's imaginations or have been used Fictitiously—any resemblance to an actual person, whether living or dead, locales or events is entirely Coincidental. -The UPLOADING, SCANNING, DISTRIBUTION of this book In any form or by any means- including, but not limited to, electronic, Mechanical, Photocopying, recording, or otherwise -without the permission of the author is ILLEGAL AND PUNISHABLE BY THE LAW.

“I can’t believe you actually read this shit. It’s fucking hilarious. This dude just came like five times inside this chick, like right in a row. In what universe is that even believable?” Oh my God, of course he’d found a sex scene of all things. “It’s fiction,” I argued defensively as I yanked my Kindle from his hand. “I like it a little bit unbelievable. That’s why I read it, you moron. To escape the real world. If I wanted believable, I’d just stop reading and return to my life.” “Yeah, but she called his dick a meat shaft.” “Oh my God.” I scowled. “You’re one of those annoying people who quibble over every little detail in a book, aren’t you?”

Something has changed. I don’t know how or really even when exactly, but writing and reading my fanfic isn’t doing it for me anymore. It used to be everything, all I needed, what I lived for, and obsessed over in my limited free time but now it’s not enough. I read the words, and expect to get hot and bothered and ready to touch myself as usual, and the need just isn’t there. It’s not that it doesn’t turn me on, it’s just not as exciting. What I’m now obsessed with is having Bryce and Wyatt in real life.

Three More Hours Later. Done, I told myself. I think that is enough for today's reading. I finished two books today in five hours. “Fear You” Book 2. I started Book 3 “Fear Us” Broken Love Series. I got two more to read again. I am so excited to read them over again. I thought with a cocky grin. But what I didn’t know is. How do they know they were my favorite books? What a strange one. They must have stalked me or asked someone that knows me well.