Fan Novel Novels & Stories

As usual, all the students are looking at us, mostly looking at Cream or the others, no one ever really looks at me or maybe I can't see it because I'm always looking at the floor but all of a sudden when Coco suddenly turns and says "Ah, Caramel!" I jump a little, Cream's hand being the only thing holding in me place as I say "Y-Yeah?" He's carrying up his phone "A fanfiction about us both is ranking number one in fanfic on W*****d!" A visible cringe shows on my face as I say "U-Us?" Chocolate turns around completely, now walking backwards as he says "Yep! Me and you! Yeah, yeah, I know I can't like kiss you or whatever but in this book, you really like sex! Which isn't a lie, you literally

I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre. And lastly as for another work on Goodnovel.com I've a contemporary romance I'd love to suggest because now I'm aware of the flash forward style of GN. It's entitled as "Winning Over The Cold Heiress." Thank you~

"I want to fight as well," Tia told me. "Sure. Let’s train together, then." "But I am not strong like you people." "I can’t even turn when I want to." "You’ll get there, don’t worry." I assured her. "Yes, and when I do, I am going to write a book called Warewolf’s Guide to Turning at Will." "I love him." "You mean, my bro?" "No, silly, Douglus Adams." "And Marc?"

neither hunger nor anything else. "You did not eat anything for two days. you will faint!" She said worriedly. "I want some relaxation. mom! Please don't force me." Sia was irritated by her affection. She denied and ascended the stairs. Patricia saw her back desperately. The sound of the door slamming startled Patricia. After the shower Sia's hair was wet. She did not dry it and laid down on the bed. She was feeling feverish. She ate medicine. She felt her head was about to burst through in pain. She took a nap for a moment. A message ringtone broke the silence in the darkroom. She glanced at the phone. She saved his number by the name of Devil.

One from a story about a guy I had never even talked to but had seen at a party once. The comments were split. Some people defending the quality of the writing. Others condemning me for writing sexual content as a minor. "This is actually good writing," one comment read. "Problematic subject matter but undeniably skilled prose." "She is SEVENTEEN," another comment responded. "This is not okay regardless of how well written it is." "Plenty of teenage girls write fanfiction like this," someone else argued. "She just had the bad luck of having hers leaked." "Fanfiction about fictional characters is different than writing about real people at your school," another person countered. "That crosses

After deciding, everyone split up to find materials to build a house. Waiting for everyone to leave, Marina now looks at the remaining debris of the house, she sits down on a tree that has fallen due to the rain storm, while looking at the burned house, she mutters: “ Is there such a coincidence in this world? A girl with the same name and face as me. And where is this? Cancal, a kingdom that I've never heard of, even when I went to school, the kingdom of Canal is not mentioned in the book. What about the other memory lines, the other girl too... Maybe... could that girl ever be my previous life? If not, how could there be such a coincidence?”

Lucky for you, there are plenty of lovely women in this area, and we are welcome to use any of the amenities on the rig. I look around the room at the betas while I continue to follow his stare. Undoubtedly, some of them are breathtakingly beautiful. But I knew in my heart that none of them would match the heat Cherry was emitting. Even today, the thought of her juicy, sweet, fruity aroma makes my mouth swim. My fucking mind would be blown to be buried in her. "Wouldn't be the same," I reply. "One touch and you're an addict," Brian claims." I don't understand you alphas".

I watched my movements with eyes so dark they reminded me of the sun in those science picture books. The issue my aunt, grandma, cousins, and everyone else in my family had was my skin. According to them, members of the royal family preferred to take women with high-toned flesh. No matter what they did or how much they tried to tan my skin to a darker shade, something in me always rejected the change. So they had no choice but to accept that it would always be a pale colour. "Don't be foolish." Her slim hands attached a small emerald earring into my right earlobe. "Lycans don't go back on their word."

Until one day, while sitting in the corner of a banquet, I overheard them talking about the north. The northern vampire nobles had suddenly grown rich. A young female vampire had opened new trade routes. She had secured deals of a scale no one had ever dared imagine. Elena. It had to be her. In that instant, all my illusions finally vanished. I was going to find her.

She laughs again, softer this time, almost wistful. “Xeros Romanov is immortal. True immortal. Not the watered-down story version. The real thing. And the moment you two marked and mated, the gift began transferring to you. All you had to do was carry his child to term, and the moment that baby drew breath, you would have stopped aging forever.” Her smile turns razor-sharp. “I tried the easy way first. I followed you here, thinking I could seduce him, let him claim me instead. But he looked at me like I was dirt under his boot. So… Plan B.”