Funniest Fan Fiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

MY BEST FRIEND'S FATHER 1 NESSA ~~ Dear Diary, You and I both know I have done some very naughty things in my life. Be it, adding itching powder to the coach's uniform because he made me do PT during my periods. Or stealing my ex boyfriend's assignment and submitting them as my own. Even removing Jack's bicycle’s supporting wheels without his knowledge was one of my naughtiest pranks. But as I grew up, my naughtiness turned into something more feral, something more carnal. Now, playing pranks on people does not get me excited as it would once upon a time.

Alice said "So Nikki what's you're hobby"..I asked "Texting"...she replied immediately while we stared at her in amazement "Am kidding"...she said and we laughed "I love dancing".. I said "And I singing"...Alice said "Now will you tell us your real hobby?"...I asked "Oh, I love reading"..she said "Oh my gosh".. Alice screamed "You read?"...I asked in shock "Yeah"..I said "well I thought you would be a... "Spoilt brat"... She cut in

On and on, I tapped on his name, wishing there’d be some kind of miracle that would suddenly make the call connect. His phone was always off. “Emily!” I heard, and looked down. There was Sadie and Jude. “Emily.” Sadie called, waving madly, and I smiled, waving back down at her. “We made a fanfiction of you and Lucas. Check it out.” Jude said, throwing a drawing book up. It took a few tries before the book finally hit me in the face. “Sorry!” Sadie shouted, giggling. “We have to go now. We’ll be back.” Jude said, waving, and I nodded, watching them leave.

Marcus moaned almost childishly, jumping down onto the bed beside his younger sister. "Tom, Cock, and Harry? Really, Marcus, really?" She spluttered, bursting into laughter all over again. Somehow, lying on the crummy little loft room bed made it feel as though they were twelve and fourteen again. She could just picture it now, her desperately attempting to d******d a movie from some dodgy website whilst Maarcus wouldn't shut up gossiping about who was banging who in secondary school. It almost made all those years seem like they hadn't been so bad.

fanbase. “Fanbase full of clowns, just like their idol,” she mumbled. Next she typed “Florians” and his page loaded instantly. Handle: @FIFiOfficial. 90M followers. Last post was from his tour finale last year. The rest were old: ice skating clips, studio shots, candid smiles. “Perfect golden boy,” she scoffed. “Fake cheerful.” A minute later she closed I* and opened a black icon on her home screen: ECHO.

It's hard to say. Naomi howled with laughter. “This is art,” she declared. “We’re putting this in the council room.” “We are not,” I said automatically, even as my lips twitched. Rowan bounced on their toes. “We told everyone,” they said proudly. “About how you yelled at the Moon and bit the bad Alpha and made your own rules.” I swallowed. “Everyone?” I asked. “Everyone under twelve,” Naomi supplied. “The older ones have their own fan fiction.”

Ever since the incident went viral, fictional stories written by fans appeared in rapid succession. "Please write one where they're both high school students! Since you can write well, please write as much as you can!" "The exams are over now. When are you going to do a live stream, Madam? Will you feature Mr. Fordham as well? If the two of you appear together, I'm really going to send you a gift this time!" "This is more entertaining than romance novels. Those who called Madam a vixen are all soggy-ass cucumbers!"

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.

Damien would do it for sure. All I said was it was going to be an arranged marriage. When I was done with my narrating of the story, she nodded thoughtfully. I sighed lying for the first time to Cassandra and being successful in selling it to her. She always caught.. "You have got jokes, Eden. Damien is obviously not an arranged marriage material. That one month prince guy who never happened to be found with the same girl after a month is doing an arranged marriage! Don't try to fool me." Cassandra raised her voice at last, "I already heard it but you better not take me as Brenda."