Fanfiction Apps Novels & Stories

Thank you very much:) You can see this book in Kofi, W*****d and FameInk(Finovel, Novelah, Story On) with different pen name but still, if you see this on other website with another pen name other than Obsessionist and Hazeus, its not mine and was most likely a plagiarism so please also tell it to me as soon as possible you encountered such things.

"I don't know who you people are or what your deal is but I don't want anything to do with this insanity. I am not married. I don't want to be. Especially not to that bastard. So tell me how to delete this godforsaken app so I can get back to hating myself and my pathetic life." A little dimple showed on each of her cheeks as Cupid pushed my phone aside as gently as she could. "I am afraid I cannot help you in that department. However, may I know if you identify as a feminist?" "No!" I shot back. "Wait... I don't know. Why does that even matter?" I watched her tap on her screen like she was taking important notes for her higher-ups. It enraged me. I slapped her hands off the screen and poin

I pull her nose. “Careful, your one hand is still hanging at your neck.” She will never change. “Just go away.” I throw a cushion pillow at her. “I won’t. It’s time for the app launch. Let’s check together.” I look at her with happiness. She installs the app. It contains my book. ‘Fragrance of LOVE.’ I really hope it works so well. At least, it can help Mick a little bit. … [3 days later]

At this point Robin couldn't help but notice how passionate Andrew was about the apps he created, it was obvious that he put in a lot of effort in creating those apps and that it was what he truly wanted to do. "The last app for today is called SAFE, it is an application targeted for teenagers and young adults. As we all know, our young people this days are usually very confused about sex education, for the girls who start seeing their periods, some don't have enough information about what it all means. Our youngsters engage in sexual activities and some don't even know how to prevent unwanted pregnancies or how to control their raging hormones. That is why I created this app which helps gir

Marry said and takes out her phone. " What is it?" Faith asks. " I just found an app where you can write your work and let people read it all over the world," Marry said, and Faith was stunned. "Marry, but what to do with that? I am okay", Faith said. "Faith you need to do that, you need to upload your work through your laptop through your phone and let people know your talent, "' Marry said. " What are you saying Marry this is impossible and I am not interested," Faith swirl her eyes.

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

He groaned and left the room. “How do you have so much money?” Noa asked as she and Tristan lay entwined together, naked. She fondled the cap of his half relaxed dick. They had just made out and we're catching their breaths. Tristan's eyes were closed but he was awake. “I created an app a few years back, it blew up on the internet two years ago and… yeah” “An app that blew up two years ago… uhmm… vidchat!” She snapped her fingers in the air and Tristan nodded proudly.

Zamantha giggled, even though she can unequivocally noticed that Zoey's nose was now flaring in so much anger. "As a matter of fact, I only downloaded that app to find you a date, and a boyfriend if luck goes our way. And, all the information I said to 'iamsher.Locked' were all about you. So. ." Zamantha grinned like she was the third devilish daughter of Mrs. Lavigne. "In other words, it was you who was really meeting him tonight, at exactly eight thirty at Dacre Club. Goodluck, 'millieleven'. It's your username, by the way." Then, Zamantha winked at her. "Let's swap phones for the meantime, alright?"

Gwen seemed to sense my reluctance and reached for her phone, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “Let me show you something,” she said, pulling up an app. The screen displayed a sleek logo: Finder. “It’s a dating app for wolves. Rumor has it that it can even match you with your fated mate.” I frowned. “A dating app? Seriously?” “Don’t knock it until you try it,” she teased. “You’re not committing to anything by signing up. Just… see what’s out there. It might help you feel connected again.” Skepticism warred with curiosity as I took the phone from her. Setting up a profile felt strangely therapeutic, as if I were reclaiming a small piece of myself. But as I scrolled through endless profiles, d

She scrolls with a frown, "Blue Moonlight, Moon Essence, Red Haze, Silverline, Dark Moon. They're all too far." "That's what im looking for." "Amelia, there are no names here just contact info," she gasps, "What—" "That's how it works on the app." “I'm familiar with it,” Thalia nods. Nova chokes, her eyes shifting between Thalia and I. Thalia recommended this app to me, I said it was for a friend and now she knows I lied, "Oh here," she shakes her head, putting out my phone. "I'm going to throw up." She rises, fanning herself with her hand.