Fanfic Writing Novels & Stories

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

And even if the plan was always to have a night of pleasure with Flynn, I was not very sure that everything would happen in his car, but it happened, and I had to find some way to express it in words, because the world needed to know how good Flynn Ashton was at what he set out to do. "It's, I write," I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice after that moment of surprise. "I write some things, but it's no big deal. I only sold a few projects, and I can't consider myself a successful author. It seems that I only know how to write about fantasy, and not everyone is interested in this genre. Although it is my favorite genre of both books and movies. I... I don't know why I'm saying everythi

Amazing. I sighed and wrote: Against the law. Fiancee? Ladies and gentlemen, I already had a title. I rubbed my hands together and started writing. Like all the other times, the words practically flowed on their own. The spaces were being filled in and the adjectives appeared almost alone. I just put the fingers and inspiration was responsible for the rest. I wrote very fast because when G returned to the world of the awakened living I was finishing page 25. I am usually slower writing. I am a lot to erase, to think again ... But this was coming out of my soul.

I mean it, Nash, you need the best of all lucks this time around. OKAYYYYY, IT TOOK me like three days before I could finish writing this chapter. I had to wait for a while to finish school stuffs before I continue. To you reading it, it is Frenzy but to the writer, it is Cranky. More reason why I named the status. FRENKY. More frenzy, less cranky. Kindly check out my other books; The CEO’s secret and beautiful faults

“I am going to be birthed again and I promise to make you pay for this Damon, I, Eliana will destroy you!” His thrilled laughter was the last thing I heard as the fire swallowed me. (AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi, thank you for clicking to read this out of a thousand other books out there. This is my first time writing in the fantasy genre and I promise to make this worth your while so please do stick with me. Kindly vote and comment)

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~

She stopped and soon there was a spank on her butt. "Every time you stop writing, I'll spank you and it will get progressively more and more painful the more you pause." Lilian turned back to the paper. As much as she didn't mind being spanked, there was a threshold that she could so much bear. She tried to cancel out Damian's tease along her thighs and soon her word began to fluctuate between the lines like the stock market. Things were getting increasingly harder and harder the close that Damian inched towards her inner thigh. She gasped and a blush spread on her face. Damian enjoyed her discomfort and couldn't help but smirk at her now awful handwriting. The poor ballerina was confused.

I wasn't sure it was good enough, and I didn't want to let you guys down, so I kept procrastinating and even avoiding writing. This is my first time writing an MxM threeway, and I didn't just want to write smut... I wanted their emotions to shine through. I was so scared of getting it wrong... I almost didn't give myself the chance to get it right. Please forgive me for this. And I hope... this won't be a disappointment to you.

My fingers hit the keys, the words pouring out like blood, a fantasy so vivid my clit pulses with every sentence. I write: "The office smells of old books and polished wood, the university halls empty, the air thick with his scent—leather, musk, control. I’m in a tight skirt, no panties, my pussy slick as I step inside, the door left ajar. He’s behind his desk, a professor with eyes that strip me bare, his voice a low growl ordering me to lock the door. But I don’t. The risk of someone walking in makes my nipples harden, my cunt dripping down my thighs." My breath catches, my fingers trembling as I type. My own pussy mirrors the words, wet and aching, and I shift, the chair creaking under me

The End ###### Author’s Note Hello, dear reader! Fated Mates Torn By Hate is the first book among my ten books that I wrote that garnered the most views (and has the most words). I’ve been writing since September 2021 here in GoodNovel so you know how this means so much to me. And I thank you so much for that. *makes sobbing noises*