Novel & Cerita Funny Fanfic

I also love her relationship with Louis as well. This is my fan fiction though and the plot is mine to do with as I please. So don’t be angry but ships shall sail and ships shall sink as well. Sorry in advance dears. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!!!

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

I said flatly. There was a beat of stunned silence on the other end. Then Sadie let out a laugh so violent I had to hold the phone away from my ear. “Oh my god, you didn’t.” “I did. Your Phantom Fantasy guys grabbed the wrong man. Right abs though, unfortunately.” “Oh noooo,” she groaned, laughing even harder. “That’s so much better than the doggy-style ambush idea you pitched. Please tell me he was hot.” “Hotter than he had any right to be,” I muttered. “And of course, I figured it out after I—”

“Glad to be back… though I heard I missed something funny. Something about a girl saying she was pregnant?” I sighed. “Don’t even start.” Fein grinned. “Come on, that was the funniest thing I’ve heard in months. I wish I was there to see your face,’’ his eyes slowly falls between my thigh. “For a second I almost thought that it was true.” I pressed my lips into a thing line. “How funny.” Fein laughed too. “If she was really pregnant, it would have been the biggest mess we’ve ever seen.” I shook my head, already growing tired of the conversation. “You are impossible but seriously, why are you here?”

“Damien, I know you say it’s complicated, but I’m tired of being your secret. I want to be the one beside you. Not her. Not your past. Me.” I scoffed so hard I nearly choked. “Oh wow,” I said aloud, voice dripping with fake awe. “She writes fanfiction about her own affair. That’s dedication.” And before the salesgirl could respond, I let the letter slip from my fingers right into the still-wet cologne puddle. I turned to face her, her eyes wide as saucers. “Maybe,” I said with a dazzling smile, “you should get someone to clear this room. Wouldn’t want anyone to think I'm making a mess on purpose.”

Another laugh escaped me, and the tension that had been gripping my chest and neck all evening loosened slightly. FELIX: What is it with you and these comparisons? And yes, apparently, I am the weirdest one in Whitmore High. There was no need to explain further…it was a matter of time before she’d choose to abandon me for the bandwagon of Elias’ crazed fans; everyone always did NOVELLWARRIOR: I’m an eighteen-year-old girl obsessed with morally grey male leads and crazy five-hundred-year-old fictional male beings….of course, I’m a bit quirky.

But mostly I was soaked. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, a manic little giggle escaping from my lips before I could stop it. “Two boyfriends. One pussy. Zero brain cells on my part. Congratulations, Lyda, you’ve been starring in your own personal twin p**n plot and didn’t even get popcorn.” The laugh turned darker. Evil, almost. Because the more I thought about it, the clearer the revenge plan became. I wasn’t going to cry or confront them like a normal person. No. I was going to make them suffer in the most delicious, filthy way possible.

She sighed, falling back in her chair. "Can I come over and say Hi to him? What does he like to eat?" "Like seriously girl, what does she see in that loser?" I scoffed, switching her phone on. "Um, hot body. Can't you tell?" She smirked, acting naughty. I groaned at her and dropped my eyes on her phone, saying while scrolling over to F******k, "You girls think that dummy is so hot like your fantasy man. Trust me, he's a weirdo!"

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.