Fanfic Reaction Novels & Stories

“There?” “Yes. There.” My voice rises with frustration. “You know how Meta always does that thing? Bringing up people you’re desperate to see? People you think about too much? People you shouldn’t care about? People you recently just met?” Stephanie stares at me for a second. Then she laughs. Like, really laughs. “Oh my God,” she gasps. “You thought F******k would read your obsession and reward you.” “It usually does,” I mutter darkly.

I just wanted to know that she didn’t plan on ruining anything later on. She leaned against the kitchen counter, her gaze fixed on me. "You seem to be really cozying up to the Lancaster family, huh? Must be quite an upgrade from your usual crowd." I knew Fiona's passive-aggressive comments all too well, and I decided not to engage in an argument. "I'm happy with the people I have in my life, Fiona. If you have something you'd like to discuss, I'm all ears." Her lips twisted into a sardonic smile. "Oh, it's not a discussion, Xena. Just wanted to remind you that those guys you liked before… well, they were so ugly. I can't even imagine how ugly your fiancé must be."

Raina felt angry as she felt mad at Fiona, she glared at her with red eyes as she clenched her fists; she wanted to hit her so bad. But Fiona just smirked as she came forward and said, “what happened? Are you angry? You want to fight? Why don’t you huh?! Come on, go ahead, hit me! If you can, that is.” Raina’s eyes were filled with tears as she glared at Fiona. She then glanced to the side and saw Luke standing over there, he was looking in her direction with a smirk. Suddenly, Raina felt a slap on her cheek and her face flew to the side, she looked at Fiona wide eyes and Fiona yelled, “what are you staring at! Fucking slut! Why are you staring at my boyfriend! Huh!”

“But you two looked good together.” “And I thought I was a matchmaker,” I say. “You called that pretty quick.” “When Fiona likes someone she picks a fight,” Rey informs us. “It’s a test.” “I see. To me, it looked like you wouldn’t touch his ten-foot pole,” I joke. Everyone’s eyes widen and I realize what I said. “I mean”—I wave my hands wishing I could rewind thirty seconds—“you wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole.”

Who else would revel in my distress with such malicious pleasure? I stared at the screen, my anger bubbling just beneath the surface. I quickly typed back, *”Call off the press, Cian. Stop spreading false rumors about me. This has gone way too far”* The response came almost instantly, as if he had been waiting for me to reach out *”Oh, I'll call them off my darling. But what are you willing to offer me in return?”*

I counted to sixty seconds, then forced my weak body up and pulled open the hospital room door. Sure enough, I saw Eden yank Tiffany into his arms before kissing her fiercely. Tiffany pouted sweetly. “Darling, how much longer do you have to put up with that idiot?” Eden’s voice was hoarse with satisfaction. “Just seven more days. Once the wedding’s over and the system reward comes through, I’ll marry you.” [Warning! Host, please pay attention. The target’s emotional state is fluctuating abnormally. There is a risk of her affection level dropping!]

So united, yet somehow so fractured in their absurdity. Before Julian could send me that annoyingly apologetic look of his again, I calmly looked away. My gaze dropped briefly to the perfume box in my hands. Then slowly, I smiled. “Thank you, Aunt Fiona,” I said politely. “It’s a lovely scent.” Fiona’s eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. Perhaps she had expected embarrassment. Or anger. Or at the very least, discomfort. Unfortunately for her, I had long since learned that reacting emotionally in situations like this only benefited the other party.

"Why am I not getting a reaction?" "I heard you the first time." Liam smacked his hand away. His cousin was a little perplexed by his lack of enthusiasm. "When did you get over your lingerie fetish?" "Since I can't screw anyone anymore," Liam shrugged and gazed out of the window. "Anyway, I don't care about Chloe. She's average." "Average?" Julian was incensed as he carried on with his argument even though no one was paying any attention to him. "She's a fucking ten! Her measurements are perfect—"

, I looked away. "Huh? Who said that I got annoyed?", he looked stunned, out of words. "I sensed it", lowering my gaze I tried to gulp down. "I wasn't annoyed. Really", he urged. "But you sounded", my voice shook. Really Fiama? Really? From when did you become so immature to cry over a silly thing? Alpha Fiama was sobbing because her boyfriend got annoyed by her care. Could someone laugh at me for this? "That's called love", Zendaya poked her nose again.

⊱♥⊱╮ღ THE CONSEQUENCES III ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~KOFI'S POV~★✐✐★ I don't know what to respond, and I'm hesitating right now as I feel my cheek is hot. "Yes, I haven't started to read them, but thanks to these books. I like it a lot." I smile awkwardly. Then, I glimpse Lucas's eyes roll over, and my awkwardness went away as I giggles.