Game Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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?”

My playboy best friend who used to flirt with anything that moved now stands here claiming me like it is the most natural thing in the world. First he called me his fiancée in front of everyone. Now this. No way. He is just saying it to get back at Tyler and Marcus. I am not letting it get into my head. Not yet. Tyler laughs but it sounds forced. “You really believe that? She brings nothing but problems.” I cut in before Connor can answer. “Problems? The only problem here is you two thinking you could keep using me as your perfect little cover. I saw the truth. I lived it. And I am done Tyler.”

I shrugged and gave him a sheepish smile. “I actually love how big of a fan you are,” he replied. “I thought I was the biggest football nut until tonight’s game. You might actually have me beat on that one.” I giggled and playfully pushed his shoulder. He reached over and tickled me, just above my hips in reciprocation. This was flirting how it was meant to be and I loved it. It was fantastic. “Based on your football obsession, I assume that you’re in a fantasy league?” Gabe inquired.

I tell him and he laughs loudly, shaking his head again as though he doesn't believe me. "Wait, seriously? This isn't a story?" He looks between me and Jenny for confirmation, and while she seems to be in shock, sitting silently for the first time since I've known her, I nod at him. "Well fuck me sideways, what an unexpected twist. So how do you want to play it? I'm still opting for the open relationship thing, it'll make the fans think they still have a chance or… now hear me out… you could say you're with both of them. That opens you up to the male fans too?" "Fred, no, just tell them they've got the wrong girl." I snap, pulling Jenny into my side.

Fane sighed in exasperation as he raised an eyebrow and looked at Guzman, "You're just like the rest of them. You just love annoying me with your nonsense. How do you know if I'm putting on an act? Do you think I can't kill you just because you think you're capable of killing me? Aren't you just a warrior from a second-grade world? There's no difference in my eyes." Fane was not there to broaden his horizons. He had the same plan as the warriors from the second-grade worlds. He wanted to get to the top three placings in the slaughter game. Then, he would be able to get additional treasures. Upon hearing Fane's words, Guzman widened his mouth in surprise, wondering if he had misheard things.

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The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

Zaine rolled his eyes “That name is officially banned!” I found myself giggling, poking him in the chest again. “Awww, why? You know you luurrvve it, Stuuudd Muuufffinn!” I stuck my tongue out at him, and his face broke into a smile. Score! I had made him smile. My plan had worked...

“So, you can expect lots of gossip when I return.” “Girl, don’t say that to an anxious person. You’ll have to send me reports daily. Hourly. Sh*t, I am already creating an entire fanfic in my head.” I laughed, finding it funny that she was acting so girly over it all, but agreeing that it was definitely a chance for a lot to happen. Either bad or good, I still didn’t know. I guessed time would tell.

“He’s really good in bed. Like… dangerously good. Like ruin-you-for-other-men good.” Tia cackled so loud Jasmine had to muffle the phone with a pillow. “I cannot believe you! Miss ‘I’m just going to have a chill summer’ ended up getting railed by her brother’s firefighter best friend! Girl, you’ve been living in a whole fanfiction this whole time!”