Fanfic Tropes Novels & Stories

I’m Mellow Fanning Lupin, the second daughter of Country Zee’s president. But fairy tales are mere delusions. They’re colorful... even blinding. Until the sheaths come off and worms writhe in the distaste of a painful reality. Zeath Lupin and I have been married for two years. We are the perfect model couple. Always trending for the right reasons. I thought we were in love. But maybe not. The pretense only had a quick run under a storm we couldn’t catch its prints—I couldn’t catch its prints. Now that I’m caught up with it, I’m stepping into its deep footprints. Squelchy ones that trap my legs in the mud like a sinkhole.

☆ Explicit bodily fluids and functions: Large volumes of cum, multiple creampies, cum inflation, dripping, leaking, spitting, snowballing, rimming, golden showers (watersports), scat play (in some stories), menstruation sex, lactation, squirting in abundance, and every possible combination of bodily fluids. ☆ Diverse and intense character dynamics: Extremely detailed descriptions of bodies (huge breasts, massive cocks, exaggerated proportions, hyper-sexualized features), interracial sex, same-sex encounters, bisexual/polysexual activity, trans characters, and multi-partner scenes with no limits on number or configuration. ☆ Potential emotional and psychological triggers: Intense emotional ma

She was tall with curly, jet-black hair, and smooth hazelnut colored skin. “Same dream?” she asked. “Yea. This must mean something,” I responded. “How are you holding up on... you know what?” “I'm okay for now, I think.” So, I'm a vampire. One of the last ones remaining. One is my girlfriend who I turned just because she asked me to, which I admit wasn’t the greatest idea. The other is the person that keeps appearing in my dreams. Being a vampire comes with a ton of benefits like enhanced speed, strength, healing, and senses. However, there's a major drawback, especially for a new vampire like Janea. The uncontrollable craving for blood.

I raised my hands mid-air channeling the frustration I felt. “Raine thinks,” Annie started to which I said, “Raine always thinks weird things. She is a delusional lover girl.” Raine rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at me. Annie ignored us and said, “Like I was saying before I was interrupted. Rainie thinks that these are the signs of you falling in love with your boss. It's a case of,” She paused trying to think of the right word when Raine helped her. “The hate to love trope. My favorite by the way.” She chipped in.

I think you will too. I want to say something about the tropes this book inhabits. Forced proximity, second chance romance, billionaire romance, the redemption arc — these are tropes because they describe real things. Proximity genuinely does work. Second chances are genuinely possible. Wealth creates genuinely specific dynamics in relationships, the way that any large power differential does. And people genuinely change, when the conditions are correct and the motivation is real and the time is sufficient.

"There's no way your life is real, Dan." "What?" "This is the fake-marriage trope in books." She explains. "The one where you have to get married for convenience but eventually fall in love." I stare at her in complete shock as she bubbles in joy. Lana is a hopeless romantic. She romanticizes everything - even the bad stuff. Says it all has to happen for the plot. She thinks life is a movie and we are all characters with little lovely stories. It's one of the things I love about her - but at this moment, I'm not so sure about that.

You don't mind, do you? I was just about to reply when several comments suddenly appeared in front of me. "So the female lead is abandoned after the male lead gets a taste of forbidden fruit. Then he realizes his mistake and goes chasing after her again. Are you seriously expecting VIP clients to watch such a cliched romance trope?" "I've had enough of the girl always sucking up to the guy. Women are not sluts!" "She decided to sleep with her childhood sweetheart even though they're not in a relationship. It's her own fault if she gets dumped."

My inner twisting guts and pain for my friend intensify, and I’m torn about whether I was wrong about him and her. “When the trope of ‘Noble Idiocy’ becomes a reality, you seriously wonder if people who are that dumb exist? Yet here you are, sitting in front of me.” Tyler lifts his chin and glares at me before dropping his head again and sighing. Understanding my reference to a common writing trope in which someone sacrifices their happiness thinking it will bring their beloved more.

Her conscience remained an unyielding specter, silenced by the intoxicating allure of her single-minded obsession. With each carefully crafted insinuation and artfully spun half-truth, Tracey's machinations cast a sinister pall over the once-luminous environment that had played host to the budding camaraderie between Jace and Marvis. The tendrils of her manipulation insinuated themselves into the fabric of their connection, entwining themselves with the fragility of their bond and sowing the seeds of strife.

"Are you reading anything right now?" "Yes, " I hum and keep the hair that flies to my face from the blowing wind behind my ear. "I'm reading a brother's best friend. It's one of my favourite tropes. " "Why? What interests you about fucking your brother's best friend?" He asks with genuine curiosity clear in his voice and I say, "The tension interests me the most. I think it relates a bit to the forbidden trope and that just makes everything so fùcking better: the thought that you shouldn't want something, but you just can't help it. It's exciting. "