F1 Fanfic Novels & Stories

Elara's POV I’m in bed in my room at home, the TV serving as background noise while I read the book Victor had lent me. I was so immersed in the story, I was in the chapter where the mmc is going down on her. The way he describes her pussy, how much he loves her taste surprisingly is making all turned on and wet. I'm breathing harder as I took in the words and turned page after page, that I didn’t even register my bedroom door opening until my grandmother’s voice cut through the silence.

The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"

I had planted a seed of doubt in the mind of the alpha king, but would it be enough to change our fates? As the cell door swung shut, leaving me alone once more, I clung to the fragile thread of possibility. Fate had brought us together in the most unlikely of circumstances. Now, it was up to us to unravel the mysteries of our connection and discover the true extent of our powers. The path ahead was treacherous, but I was determined to find my mate, claim my destiny, and in doing so, change the course of our intertwined lives forever. I couldn't shake the feeling that Alec Kingman was keeping something from me. His momentary vulnerability and the flicker of doubt in his eyes lingered in my m

Only now, there were no secrets…. There was no denying I had missed my friends. I just hoped they missed me, and could forgive me. I nodded. “I think you may be right.” “Nico is now married with a young baby. And Freddie has just taken a chosen mate. So there would no doubt a lot to catch up on. I am sure the two of them would be delighted to know you have found a chosen mate too.” Dad said with a smile, as he glanced toward Presley. A chosen mate... Of course, that was what they believed she was. A wave of guilt flooded through me. I suddenly felt bad for lying. They had no clue that what they believed was nothing but a created story to gain my own way…

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

Thank you for giving me and 'My Fated Alpha' a chance and I hope and sincerely pray that my future stories receive the same love and appreciation (or even more because I am greedy lol) from all of you. xoxo

**Chapter 2: Cracks in the Facade** My lungs forgot how to work. The moon poured cold silver over everything, turning the backyard into some kind of nightmare stage. Damien’s mouth was still on Lisa’s, his fingers tangled in her platinum hair like he’d done it a thousand times. My best friend. My fiancé. The words “my real mate” kept punching holes in my skull.

I told her, my fingers tightening around her waist as the heavy heat of our mate bond hummed between us. "I am completely ready, Riley, because I am not going into that city as Dante's daughter anymore, but as your Luna who is going to stand right beside you until your uncle is safe," she said, her voice steady and warm as she stepped closer to press her body against mine. "You are my mate, Fantine, and nothing in that city is going to take you away from me or break what we built up on that mountain," I murmured, leaning down to press my mouth against hers in a slow, deep kiss that made her hands slide up around my neck.

“Because it feels like the past is catching up fast.” He squeezes my knee once before putting his hand back on the wheel. A small grin tugs at his mouth—the kind that says he likes my mouthy side. “Keep talking like that and I’ll pull over just to shut you up properly like a good boyfriend.” My cheeks flush hot. “Promises, promises. Focus on the road before you get us both killed with your flirting.” I smiled for a second. It feels good. Too good. Like maybe we could actually do this—run, fight, figure out whatever this is.