Er Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Stacy left our home after having breakfast, I left for school with a friend, Sarah. I have known Sarah for years, she’s a beautiful redhead, has blue eyes and she’s petite. We became very close on my Eighteenth birthday, she taught me the art of touching myself, made me make a move and fucked a senior. She’s a very kind soul though, she’s my best friend. At school during breaks, Sarah made me tell her everything in detail, at first I only told her I happened to kiss him and she could tell I was withholding more details. So I spilled the tea.

“Well, you got both. Honestly, you looked gorgeous last night. And Alaric? Whew. You two were giving power couple vibes.” “Power couple?” I repeated weakly. “Yes!” Denise said, already scrolling through more posts. “Every camera caught the way his eyes followed you. Even when people were talking to him, he was watching you. The internet is eating it up.” Malik clasped his hands together in mock adoration. “A cold billionaire who melts for his wife? Honey, they’re writing fanfiction already.” I groaned loudly, tossing a pillow at the phone. “Make it stop. Please, just… stop. I can’t deal with people swooning over Mr. Iceberg. You don’t know him like I do. He’s—”

Why the hell was she going to someone else to discuss what had gone on? “For fuck's sake, Adam, do you really believe anything she says? You told me yourself before I went to college she was a bit OTT. Creating stories within her own mind.” Zaine snapped. “Yeah, I thought so too, until she told me that you had promised her all sorts. That you guys were messaging etc. the entirety of your time at college.” The man said with serious contempt.

Since deciding not to continue reading that troublesome story, Aiden never opened the app again and even forgot to find out the author's name. A man in his late 30's with slightly unkempt long hair, eyes that look like they haven't slept for a long time, a thin and sharp beard, and a distended stomach. Such is Aiden's description of the perverted author named Mr Banana. He opened the comments column and read one by one the messages from the audience of his works which amounted to tens of thousands of messages. The average comments contain their desire to be in the position of a female character who can enjoy the beauty of one night's love with the male main character, Aiden Supernova the fem

' But this time Qin Yihan couldn't listen to these words, and it was nothing more than feeling that two people were closely related, and my cousin didn't care for her for the sake of her sweetheart. 'Stop it, you bad woman.' Qin Yihan was a teenager after all, covering her eyes and crying. 'I tell you, my brother's ex-girlfriend is coming back soon, and my little sister Fan will never let you go!' Cassie doesn't know who Fan is, but looking at Qi Sheng's stiff back at once, she knows that this is another great figure. But what does this have to do with her? He's not Javen, and that little fan is not Ginger Geller, so he can't stir up any waves in her heart long ago.

Susan’s POV I was lazily scrolling through my OnlyFans page when a new comment popped up under one of my latest posts. “I wish I could get a video of you getting fucked. That’s my biggest fantasy.” My heart skipped a beat. I bit my lip and typed back immediately:“I wish I had someone to fuck for y’all, but I don’t.”

Whatever. Unknown Pov I walking down the street thinking about my love life when I sighted the girl that Jace was talking about... That he's inlove with eeew, I feel like puking, how can he leave me for a lowlife and a famous girl who I think doesn't even like him. FYI Jace was my ex, well, he left me before he even met that thing, she's lucky she's famous, if not she'd be gone by now.

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

She teased and I was very flustered. Baby gems my foot! Her imagination is getting wilder by the second, she's been watching too many fan fictions lately, her innocence, jeez! "Shut up Ione! Grab yourself a man first before you tease me," I challenged and she knew she lost. Because she has too many idols, though some of them are K-Pop idols and some of them are fictional characters, she's never going to have a boyfriend unless she isekai's herself or if she lowers her standards. That fandom is eating her alive.

Some people had already made some sick fan art of the whole ordeal, casting a platinum blonde stranger as Eliza. They weren’t even the worst. The worst had to be the fanfics that had seemingly popped up overnight. I only got through the blurb of one before I had to click out of the site, lest I risk permanently damaging my psyche. When I saw all this, I was a little shocked that I was yet to realise that I hadn’t yet received a scolding call from my mother. But then I checked my phone and remembered I had muted all calls and notifications from her, of which there were many.