Fanfic Prompt Novels & Stories

“Lexy,” the voice whispered as a hand punched through my stomach. “You should have joined me.” So that’s it huh? This is how I die, a stake through my stomach and I don’t even get to see who did it? “Wake up! Lexy, wake up!” someone yelled at me. I shot upright in my seat, sweat streaming down my forehead. Next to me stood my girlfriend, Janea. She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin.

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. My mind flits back to how he found my diary that night. What would have happened if he never found out what was written in it? Would we be exactly as we were in the past, lusting for each other from afar? Not every attraction should be acted on. The next time I fantasize about someone I shouldn’t, I will remember this. _____

wear hold ups, but I'm guessing you want the full works?" "Of course, I'm touching my pussy now and thinking about undoing your suspender clips," lied Fiona for erotic effect. "Oh fuck, you're making me wet, you know how to turn a girl on don't you?" "I've had plenty of practice. You?" "Me what?" "Have you been with a woman before?" "No but I've often wanted to." "Well you're going to get your wish." Fiona closed her phone case and joined in the banter again. A few minutes later she was still holding her phone in her hand when she felt it vibrate. It was a message from Sylvie DuPont. "So Hathaway, I'm not used to being ignored, I want to fuck you, get in touch." Fiona typed her response, "T

My Wife's Dirty Fantasy (3) “Well, for starters,” Grace began slowly, “I don’t want to do anything you don’t truly want me to do. I know, this has always been your fantasy, not mine. I’ve played along, flirted with the idea, but I never really thought it would become... real. I’ve always been content with just us. The thought of actually crossing that line always felt too risky.”

Partnered with his signature killer smile, anyone would find it hard to turn down his request. Being one of the school belles, Fiona was already used to seeing this kind of action on a daily basis. Countless warlocks have already tried to strike up a conversation with her before using lame tactics just like that. But no matter how immune she was to this kind of approach, she still can't help but fall to Allan's charisma. Fiona could clearly feel the butterflies in her stomach as she looked at Allan who was still standing and was waiting for her response. "Sure, go ahead. Feel free."

"Summer camp is almost over, we don't want to spend the last moments fighting, do we Glenn? He asked with an ingenuine smile on his face and he got nothing but a glare from Glenn which he ignored. He stretched his hand towards Bryan who accepted the aid. "We shouldn't let this little incident spoil the moment, we have few hours before summer camp ends, so let's make it memorable." A sweet feminine voice said, they all have approving gestures before returning to their initial positions. At this point Emily had had enough, she couldn't stand being in the midst of these people. She watched as Summer and May lead Glenn to sit. She stood there watching Bailey who had just spoken to the crowd, her

She lifts her brows, grabbing a fry from my bowl and I jerk her hand away before saying, "Waiting for you. Knew it was strange when you left class earlier. Thought it was a Ralph emergency though. " "Seemingly not. " She mumbles under her breath. "Hey bitch, prom is in a few days. Got a date?" She taunts and I roll my eyes. Prom is the last thing on my mind. "I might not come. " I tell Lucy and her eyes widen, her voice loud as she screams, "ABSOLUTELY NOT!" I peek around to see a few gazes on us and I turn to glare at Lucinda who gives me a remorseful look before drawing an imaginary zip across her lips, mumbling, "Sorry. "

We watched the rain fall outside, and it was therapeutic, filling me with a sense of calmness, and joy. “Now there’s only one more thing I need.” I said, watching Sadie and Jude scream as they played dress up, jumping over chairs and tables. “What’s that? Let’s get it done.” “I want to turn Sadie and Jude’s fanfic into reality.” “You want to put the story out into the world?” He asked, curiously.

Her heart was literally going to jump out of her mouth. "If you desire, lovely Doris, we could make this into a real date... and I'm not saying this to get into your pants. I never do this... but you, you've done something to me... you've ignited a passion in me... and I don't want that fire to ever go out." "Oh, those "I know, I wrote them." He laughed and tapped the tip of her nose. "So it's the Forbidden Escapades of Fanny Firth that you've read."

Then her voice cut through his thoughts again. “L-Leo, are you listening, cutie?” She turned her head toward him, one eye opening. “I asked you something. What’s your fan-fantasy?” He blinked, caught off guard. “My… what?” “Your fan-tasy,” she repeated, slowly. “You know. Sexual fantasy. The scenario that gets you hot just thinking about it. Doesn’t even need to involve touching. We all have one. You tell me yours… and I’ll tell you mine.”