Fiction On The Web Novels & Stories

Mr. Ben led them to a spacious room. After asking them to sit on the couch he picked up a device like COD and said, “It took me years to recover some of them but I must say they all worth the effort…” “Can you please tell us what we are talking about? I feel like I have returned to my playtime days…” Ron complained. “Surprise… just wait and watch…” Sia said giggling. “ I have chosen this one as this is one of the funniest one made in 2019. The ones that were made after this lacked good content… and the ones before this couldn’t be recovered easily.”

However, the incident was terribly embarrassing one but…anyways. “What is it?” I asked with a million thoughts buzzing in my mind like a factory producing myriad products at a time. One machine doesn’t know what is happening at the other side but yet they work in a sync. If one stops, the entire finishing is halted to a stop. Ethan settled in the chair in front of me, lacing his fingers hesitantly with mine. His hazel eyes were locked to mine, like a magnet. If possible, my heart beat increased even more. If this was to be continued, I would for sure die out of a heart attack. And people, this is the result of having extremely low experience in physical touches.

A frown settles on my brows, “Yeah? A short story?” “A script.” My mouth drops open, he was writing erotic scripts with my words in it? “A movie?!” “No.. Like LonelyFans, the dark web and stuff, I write stuff for people to act out and get paid for it.” My eyes widen with information overload, “You write porn scripts?”

A chill runs down my spine as I read the words on the screen. The Daily Herald Online Crazed Fable fan admits to being part of Silver Circle cult Talia Durham London – Victoria Webb, the twenty year-old fan arrested on Friday night after she attempted to stab Fable front man Felix Lockhart, has told police that she is a member of the elusive Silver Circle cult.

She opened him up before everyone was about to get home and scared Zac that if he told this to anyone then she would lock him again. When I returned home, I looked for Zac all over the house but couldn't find him. “Have you seen Zac?” I asked Caroline “No.” She answered and continued using her phone. I went to my room and closed the door. I sat on my bed and heard something strange. Someone was weeping. I looked under my bed and I saw Zac hiding and weeping under my bed. “What happened Zac?” I hugged him after he came out. “She...She--” He couldn’t speak out of fear. I consoled him and gave him some water.

I gather facts more than a reporter, search more than a detective. I take out my phone and open the browser. The internet is full of information. I am sure I can find one about this mysterious Mr. Fiction; I tell myself as I type on the g****e search bar. I feel the hesitation linger with doubt starts clouding my mind. What if I am not ready to find out about him? What if it is not something I am prepared for?

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

Nevertheless, I pushed forward, my fingertips dancing across the keyboard, searching for the elusive truths hidden in the vast expanse of the internet. Websites appeared and disappeared on the screen like fleeting phantoms, their pages teeming with folklore, legends, and ancient myths. I delved into the dusty archives, immersing myself in tales of creatures that prowled the night, their ethereal beauty and insatiable hunger casting a spell over unsuspecting victims.

Fiona, who was upstairs, had no idea he had seen her. After lying on the couch in the living room for a while, she went to the bathroom to freshen up. Then she headed to the study, turned on her computer, and visited a mysterious website by entering a specific URL. As she browsed the site, she kept an ear out for Gabriel's possible return. Suddenly, the study door opened. She looked up and saw Gabriel walking in. "You're back?" she asked casually, discreetly closing the page and clearing her browsing history. She then opened a pre-saved novel page, pretending to read it.

Great. That opens a floodgate of articles about hormones, pheromones, and 'soul-deep connections.' Nothing remotely scientific. It's all romance novel tropes and spiritual mumbo jumbo. I groan quietly pressing my palms over my eyes. What do I think I'm going to find? A diagnosis for 'help, I dry-humped my boss and now my brain's short-circuiting?' I can't stop. The next search is even more absurd. I am being influenced by paranormal fanfic websites: 'Supernatural myths about wolves.'