Does Fanfiction Count As Reading Novels & Stories

"You want more of this. I can see it in your eyes." Lily’s eyes were now clouded with a mix of fear and pure lust. She was finally breaking, her hands gripping the edge of the table until her knuckles turned white. I kept the slow, teasing pace on her now-soaked panties. “No… ah… I… I don't want anything,” she rasped out. I smiled. “Really? Then read. Take your book and read.” My finger pressed, sending pressure to her needing clit. "Ahhh… I... I can't think when you do that," she gasped.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

You can just bear with me. Also I'm making the story 60 chapters so as not to bore my audience. Every chapter wants to move you to the next chapter and it would be lovely not too prolong this interesting story with unnecessary things and go straight to the point. Have you referred someone yet? Why? Why are you reading the story all alone? Let someone share the happiness you get from reading this too. Tell them its worth it. Also, you can leave a comment on every statement or paragraph you like in the story, just hold the text for long and comment what you feel like, relating to the story. It helps me communicate with my readers and makes me know what they think about my characters.

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

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He is quite famous on our family gatherings that sometimes it shames me to be near him because my flaws become more imminent. "I've read this... this one too. Ugh, I think I've read all of them." It annoys me but I think I have to go out and buy some books that can entertain me for two days. When you are wolf, time seems to be a little bit slower that you can finish ten thick fiction books in one day. In my case, I read them carefully and dramatically, line by line, including the footnotes and reader's reviews, and I still end up binge-reading more than ten until the evening.

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

Even though Fiona prided herself on not being easily swayed by good looks, she couldn't help but be momentarily captivated by his charm. "What are you reading?" he asked as he approached, glancing at the computer screen. His eyes narrowed slightly. The next moment, he gently tapped her on the head. "Why are you, a girl, reading this kind of stuff?" “What's wrong with that? Can't I read novels?" she retorted, frowning and glaring at him. "I just like reading these. What's it to you?" "You just like reading these?" he repeated. Fiona, feeling annoyed, looked up at him.

People don’t run after me, there are always people who are better and guys don’t really go for someone with brains. “Hey, you have to believe in yourself. Just like how you are my number one fan, that’s how I will be yours too.” “You won’t even read any of my writing.” “That is a lie, I have read all your writings, except the voluminous ones. The ones which are as big as our biology text.” Noah fake shudders like the thought of the length alone was a nightmare. “They are called Novels.” I corked an eyebrow at him. “They take hours to read.” He returned as he uprooted a grass and used it to tickle my face.