Free Man Writer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Do I look like someone who needs your help? I don’t need your apologies, and trust me, if really I need a shoulder to cry on, it’s definitely not yours. Its either you leave this room, or I do you the favor of leaving this pack. And please when going, take your food with you, I am not hungry.” I saw the sadness in her eyes but they weren’t real to me. I just needed some time to mourn and grief and she just had to interrupt my peace. Freya left my room, I got up immediately shutting the door and locking it behind me. “Dad, the man you’ve always wanted to match me up with has a pregnant wife.” I muttered. Feeling so weak, I went back to the bed and had no idea when I slept off. _

"Mr... Mr. Freeman?" John's eyes were dark, and his body was exuding a cold aura. John made the man shudder, so he quickly let go of Olivia and plopped down on his knees. "Mr. Freeman, I... I didn't initiate this. It was Liv... She said you were getting a divorce and wanted me to spend the night with her. I..." John walked up to the man and tugged at his collar. "Wes, break this man's leg!" "Mr. Freeman! I was forced to do it. Liv made me do it. She also seduced me..."

It isn’t like our parents put a gun to his head and made him help us. It goes right back to what I said before. He’s only in it for fame and money. This doctor doesn’t know shit. He’s as fake as a plastic rabbit. He must have realized that his career isn’t shit without us. I guess he realized that without us, there would be no Dr. Freyman. There would be no fame, fortune, nor success. He needs to realize that. Asshole. Anyway, while I got you here, let me tell you about a game I’m working on.

A few seconds later, Aiden's face turned red and started to feel hot. "Damn, what was I thinking? What a shame! My mom never raised me like this!" He screamed as he rolled over in bed. After his thoughts and feelings had calmed down, Aiden re-opened the Writers app to check whether the woman had changed the cover of the story or not. The woman kept her promise, she had changed the cover of the story. The photo which shows the body of a man who is wet, really looks very tempting wearing only white underwear that gets wet too. Anyone who saw the picture would definitely feel thirsty.

Inner Devil: ‘Freedonia, a country with plenty of perfect men! Inner Devil 2: ‘Here we come! I’m excited -’ Inner Devil: ‘Shhh! Let’s not jinx it. Freya might still pull a U-turn before we even land.’ ‘I heard that!’ Freya scolded her thoughts. ‘I’m not going to get laid in Freedonia! I am simply getting my shares!’

"Drive east, Malakai. I want to see the sun rise over a world where I don't owe anyone a single second of my life. I want to see what happens when the Asset finally becomes the Author." He pressed his foot to the floor, and the Mustang surged forward, a black streak of lightning chasing the dawn. The hunt was over. The war was won. And for the first time, the story wasn't being written for me. I was the one holding the pen, and the first word I wrote was Freedom.

The whole pain I was feeling faded into an ache. “Good boy,” Bryce whispered, while holding me tightly. I couldn’t believe what I had just written. It was something I had never written before about Bryce or Wyatt but with what I have had with the mystery man and what Bryce had shown me in his house, it was almost impossible for me to not put down these words. My fantasy felt too close, like it could happen anytime and right now Bryce’s dom side owned my thoughts completely. I couldn’t wait for him to just have me even though deep down, my thoughts kept circling to a possibility I didn’t want to believe.

He wasn't a Julian, a Kael, or a Davis. ​He was a man in a simple hoodie, holding a physical, ink-stained notebook. He looked at Nora, then at the Amber-Eyed Girl, and finally at the global audience watching through the sky. ​"The story isn't yours anymore," the man said, his voice quiet but absolute. "And it isn't Nora's. I am the Ghost-Writer. And I’ve been hired by the Competition to write the 'Davis Ending'... by Replacing the Main Character."

“He just landed in New York.” I felt cold immediately. He spoke about his father which means that it was Victor Morgan, the real monster behind all of this. I was actually scared that the whole game had gotten more dangerous and extremely real. Chad stepped back, adjusting his jacket like the conversation meant nothing to him. “I know you love attention so much. Try not to follow other men around because Lucas is not there. I am coming for you so wait for me as usual.” “You must be stupid to think that I would give you a chance with me. Just get away from me otherwise I will be forced to file a restraining order against you in the police station.”

packs because of this I called Lawson and asked him to send reinforcements, but he simply frowned and said, "I'm busy too. Keep your temper in check and handle it properly. Don't get yourself hurt out there." I had to handle it alone. In the end, I was still injured in the conflict. I did my best to control my emotions and kept asking. "How old is the pup?" "He's six. His tastes and temper are exactly like the Alpha's," she answered. My heart skipped a beat. Lawson and I had already been together for ten years. Yet he had a pup who was so much like him... I thought of the cakes, desserts, and snacks in the refrigerator.