Hilariously Bad Fanfiction Novels & Stories

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

The8 asked which made Xiao halt but that didn’t make her to ponder enough about her answer as she directly gave him a reply. “Well, it’s just a ‘what if’, so why should I bother to answer? I am nowhere in heaven or hell. I’m in Universe XXII.” The8 laughed so hard, “You’re hella good at reasoning. And now, I already know what’s sarcastic. The great example was what you just did.” Xiao laughed hysterically upon the memory, “That’s what humans are made for,” Xiao replied, “they’re made to be sarcastic and sadistic.”

They were so evil that being with them made Davi unable to think and only clouded with fear. Another message came, and this time it was even worse. [If you don’t listen to me, I will call for people to kidnap you, strip you naked, and send photos to your husband. Let’s see if he won’t divorce you! It will also be posted online for everyone’s eyes to see.] Liam’s sanity snapped, and the phone broke along with it.

She couldn't even cry, her body felt too tired for that and even more tired when she thought about telling King of what she had done. You don't have to tell him, a voice whispered. She collapsed on her bed. What if she never got the chance to decide? ******** As Joan fell asleep beside sleeping Alistair and Charlene went on in her dream world, the hospital room of King Johannson loitered with shadows again and the empty room soon had its main occupant back. Hello to all readers of False Bestfriends (F.B). I really appreciate y'all even if i do not update as much as i'd like to.

If he just followed her, why would he have found her? Once I got through all eighty pictures, I made the mistake of clicking on his profile icon, revealing the recent I*******m Stories he posted. My biggest fear comes to life as I see a picture of Anna fill the screen. Her makeup is done, and she is staring at the camera, seemingly unamused. But it isn't an annoyed kind of face. It's just...candid. I feel like throwing up. I feel like...fucking kicking this Mark Runfola prick in the face. I tap the screen to go to the next story. It's a short clip of them clinking their glasses together. They're at some restaurant, and it looks pretty nice, too.

Helena I didn’t care if he poisoned the food. I didn’t want to die, but it would be better than anything he had planned for me. Okay, so my opinion of mates was warped. Finding out that Liam was my mate was probably the worst experience of my life, although finding out the Lycan king was my second chance mate turned out to be a close second.

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.

The plot was thinner than the plot on a p**n star, the female lead had the personality of a damp sock, and the male lead, Huo Yan, was such a ridiculously overpowered Alpha film god that you could practically smell the author's daddy issues through the screen. But the crown jewel of its awfulness was a minor character. A cannon fodder Omega who, by some cruel cosmic joke, shared my name: Zhan. This Zhan was a walking, talking cliché—a jealous, arrogant, talentless hack who existed solely to be humiliated by the ML in the first fifty chapters. His grand exit? Spilling a glass of champagne on Huo Yan at a gala and getting his entire career blacklisted into oblivion. I'd literally just finished

She scrolled through new edits of Kai —sweaty stage shots, the way his shirt clung to his body dancing, that intense stare. She liked a few, then went over to the comments under her latest fanfic post. Fans were going wild. “Kai is so wild in this chapter omg I bet he’s a beast in bed 😩” “Someone please give me one night with him, I’d let him ruin me” “The way he eats her out… he’s definitely that freaky irl” Lila smirked, a secret thrill running through her. She typed a quick comment: “Trust me… he’s even better in real life than you can imagine 🔥”

“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.