Game Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Those businesses, those vague words, they were too neat, too rehearsed. Curse Tatsuya for planting the seed of suspicion. Taiga fell into bed with his thoughts still racing, his body heavy but his mind wide awake. They might be bonded, tied together by something deeper than touch, but that didn’t mean the game was over. No. With a bond like this, it only made the game more dangerous. Because bonds could be broken. And the easiest way to break someone was to play them at their own game. And Taiga wasn’t finished playing.

"I know. Jen's a member." Emma blushed, pulling her hand out of Ray's, saddened by what she was about to do. "It's not just a spa. It's a place where women can have their fantasies brought to life." Ray cocked his head, studying Emma closely. "What do you mean, 'fantasies'?" Her blush deepened. "I mean sexual fantasies, Ray." He stood up, jumping to his feet with such force that he nearly turned the heavy coffee table over. "I don't understand," he said, moving further out into the room. "Jen goes there five or six times a month. Are you telling me she goes there to-"

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

"Guilty. You a fan?" Her brows shot up. "Of you? Seriously, dude. I don't know who you are. I didn't even hear your name." If that put-down was meant to be a killing shot, it missed entirely. Tate only cocked his head, one side of his mouth curling into a half-smile. "I meant a fan of the game. I don't have any delusions of grandeur, sugar." Gia's cheeks flushed. "I appreciate football as a sport, yeah. I think most of the people who play it are assholes, though." She looked at Leo and added, "With a few possible exceptions."

“And you knew that prior to saying I Do!” “May I ask what made you fall for him?” Shit, the last thing I wanted to think about was my past with that ass! I pushed the glasses further up, hoping it would really stop anymore tears. “Other than those big blue eyes or golden blonde locks?” “You read the fan fiction?” “I’ve read a couple. It’s hilarious to me. I get out a kick of how many ways they kill me off. Or rather, killed me off.”

The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"

I glanced at it and saw a scribbled plan. I looked at him with a wide eye. “We can help you fix that but you need to help us create a distraction before the Oakwood game. Photos, public dates, enough drama to get Orion so fucked up he can’t think straight on the ice. In return, we pass, you get your credits, and you stop being the sad ex.” I felt my head spin. “You’re insane. No. Absolutely not.” Rowan’s smirk widened. “Aww, c’mon. You’ll be famous. The girl who ruined Orion’s precious season.”

POV. Today I saw my man talking with that creep in the coffeeshop. How much I wanted to barge inside kill that creep and take the claim over my man right in front of everyone. I want everyone to know that Jay is my man and one day I will make sure that Jay will be mine including his soul. I will kill anyone who will occupy my man's mind and I have to step up my plan because I don't want my man to look at someone even if I have to gouge his eyes out.

"Second kill," "And besides, I already love someone else, I'm sorry." "Triple kill," "Shut up! Zack!" "What? I was just voice acting mobile legends lines." "Who? That ugly fictional character?" How dare he? He called me a fictional character?! But was it pertaining at me? "Woah! Ugly fictional character? Who?" Zack sarcastically praised. "Who is that fictional character? " I murmured. "Yes." And she agreed?! How could she? She's In love with a fictional character. Is she joking? "I love Zeke. Nothing has change." Wait!she loves me? Amira still loves me!

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.