Fan Story Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 Iris POV “Hey Faye, you know what? I’ve been thinking about that stupid movie we watched last night, the one with the two girls who end up kissing in the rain or whatever. It got me all worked up, like seriously, why do they always cut away right when things start getting good?” I said, leaning back on the couch in our shared apartment, my legs stretched out across the coffee table. Faye was sitting right next to me, her thigh brushing against mine, and I could feel the warmth from her body seeping through her thin shorts.

This is not just about the notebook she scribbles in when no one is watching. My gut tells me this is the behavior of a spy not quite good enough at her job, which is why I got Shane involved. Shane Griffin can dig out millennium-old skeletons buried at the bottom of the ocean, but he is also constantly flirting with the line between sanity and insanity. You have to catch him at the right time to get desirable results. It takes him a week to get anything substantial, which he relays to me over dinner at my house. "You were right," he says as a maid pours wine. The maid has barely left the table when Shane ogles her. "Do your house staff moonlight as models? That one looks like she gets her e

Vorlyk took the gnarled hand into his and pulled Madayah onto his lap. He kissed the mutilated side of her face and ran his hand over the smooth side. His entire body relaxed when she leaned in and kissed him. Nicolas felt their love deep in his gut. He cared about Franklin, loved him for the wonderful person he was but could never give the vampire what he wanted. Nicolas hoped to someday find a she-wolf mate to share his life, and Franklin, his best friend, understood that. He often teased Nicolas that he, Franklin, would be the gay uncle to wolf pups. Nicolas's heart squeezed, and for the first time in months grief shadowed his thinking more than revenge.

He questioned, amusement shining through his tone. “Damn right!” “We may have to agree to disagree on that, so I think a different story may be better.” He suggested, and I nodded, closing my eyes once again. “You got any ideas? You went on more dates than me.” He wasn’t wrong. I had been invited on my fair share of dates during my time in college. But, little did Zaine known that most of them I had turned down. And the few I did actually go on had been nothing but disasters. Some were serious fails. Definitely nothing you would base a relationship story upon. But, luckily for him, I had watched so many chick-flicks, and read many a romance novel over the years…

Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

Now his physique is getting more manly, but his brain even matches Adrian's. I want him, I love him. But now... what should I do? "Still like looking at God's masterpieces under their American football uniforms?" Casandra said, sitting next to me with some girls. They were still in cheerleading uniforms. "Poor Fany," said the yellow-haired girl. "Because of her boyfriend, handsome young men shunned." "Perhaps you intend to join the cheerleading?" Cassandra asked. I shook my head and my answer was the same as before. "No thanks. Maybe next time."

The scene stunned the bridesmaids around us. “Charlie Boyd, Kendall Light is your fiancée! Are you going to let her marry someone else?” “Marriage is a major life event—how could you turn it into a prank?” Charlie let out a snort through his nose. “We have no objections. Why are outsiders whining here?” He sauntered into the room with lazy steps, his face glowing with the satisfaction of petty revenge. “Last week you sent Crystal to the hospital, and she’s still heartbroken. You don’t think you shouldn’t pay a price?”

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

Hen was so happy to see Cat, so they sat outside and talked and laughter for a long while, and when it was getting dark, Cat said to Hen, "Can we do this again please"? "Of course...we can"! Said the hen. That is how the hen and the cat became very close friends in the animal kingdom, and all other animals there became jealous of their friendship. THE END OF MY STORY! At this point, everyone laughed and laughed, and asked Mr Lucas not to end the story, but continue. Unfortunately, it was the end of the story. About a minute later, Mr Lucas said.. "That is how most persons give up on what they want, while others handle situations with wisdom".

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.