Novel & Cerita Er Fanfiction

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.

“Girl, legendary musicians have reacted to his covers saying he outdid them! And you’re calling him okay?” “Okay… I guess he is a great singer.” I muttered, trying to sound casual, though my heart was screaming. She flopped onto the bed, kicking her legs like a teenager in love. “I’m so crazy about him. But ugh, I hate how fast our fanbase is growing. More crazy fangirls to compete with.” I forced a weak laugh. “That’s why,” she continued dramatically, “I got obsessed with Mystery BL fanfics.” My brows furrowed.

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”

My eyes landed on a story about a girl who becomes a contracted sub for a mafia lord. I raised a brow. “Really? This is what you’re reading?” He didn’t even flinch. “It’s not what it sounds like.” “Oh, it sounds like fanfiction for grown women with mafia kinks,” I said, grinning as I crossed my arms. “Is this a midlife crisis thing?” He gave me a warning look, which only made me grin more. “I’m just saying… you gave me a necklace, not a collar,” I teased, as I walked back around and perched myself on the edge of his desk. “Missed opportunity, don’t you think?”

She tsked walking away. “I knew it. You're one of my fan girls. What is this new tactic because it's not going to work? I mean I've seen a lot. Jumping into my car, Smashing my car, Leaving secret gifts but this Enemies to lovers trope? Y'all read too much W*****d.” He said rolling his eyes.

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

Naughty-elle. He took out his phone and searched for Naughty-elle on only fans. His eyes widened in shock as he turned to look at her sleeping figure. Gabrielle was a popular anonymous user on only fans with about one point four million subscribers. Her specialty was masturbating and display of sex toys collections. Mouth wide, he turned to her again and her eyes were open.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

This is like slapping them in the face, Baldric Miles actively pursued Anne Jenner, who was a fan with a face to scold her. So the fans are very unwilling to watch that F******k post over and over. I felt the words "I love you very much" in my eyes and felt sweet, and my god had someone in his heart who did not do anything wrong. So the fan's comments began to change. "Our male god is a calm person, if he doesn't like it, who would dare to draw you to create a scandal to attract attention? Obviously, people will, if they do not know, then do not go and talk nonsense, trash. "

She draws out the words, eyes glittering with glee. "I am dedicated," I say. "There's a reason I'm not going, it's just... personal." I'm sure that must sound extremely stupid. Beth's eyes twinkle. "Well, I guess not all Enfablers are for life. There are always gonna be wannabes". It's ironic that Beth would say that. She and the other Bs only really got into Fable at the end of last year, but since then they've made up for lost time. The Three Bs are the kinds of girls who give Enfablers a bad name. Sending threats to the boys' girlfriends on Twitter. Hating on other fandoms. Turning fans against each other.