If I Stay Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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’ And beneath it all, lists of chapters already uploaded, which are now surely being devoured by millions of its eager readers. I steady my breath as I click on the first chapter, my pulse quickening as the words fill the screen before me. My familiar simple prose is there, just like how I wrote my fan-fiction when I was in High School, which isn’t even close to that of Author Agness’ amazing one, echoing my own experiences, my own memories. The first chapter starts with me arriving at the Moonlit Book Cafe and meeting Author Agness. So, that’s it! The moment I stepped into that cafe, I was already casted under the spell of that witch!

I devoured them almost instantly, at how hungry I was. The night fell soon, and it was time for Amber- yes I got to know her name- to close the shop. Now, the question arises where would I stay the night? “Do you have a place to stay, dear?” I shook my head. Her smile upturned down, “I live with my roommate sharing the place. Where will I have you to stay?” she mumbled the last part to her herself but I heard. “Can I stay here? I will close the shop and can open it early in the morning also.” She looked unconvinced. I didn’t expect her to agree at the bizarre idea.

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After such a harsh blow, I thought that Vivian would finally rein herself in and keep her head down. Unexpectedly, she still refused to give up, allowing the jealousy to grow in her wildly. One day, Aiden sent me a link. It took me to an anonymous post on the Werewolf Community Network. The post had an eye-catching title, "The true colors of the werewolf princess: a demon who bullies her younger sister and seizes everything for herself."

=) F******K FANPAGE = Notjustarandomgirl TWITTER = notarandomgirl Thank you! <3 Is This Really The End? With so many questions left unanswered, ask yourself... Is this really the end? I think not! =) -------------------- I hate him, so damn much! I hate him for leaving me alone in Mexico. I hate him for keeping me hanging and for writing that stupid letter. He didn't even bother to ask me what the hell I wanted! He just concluded things so easily. He simply gave up, lets go and left me with some other guy!

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.

I laughed at myself as I spoke. My cute little bunny is having fun without me, without fucking me! How could she have fun without me? How can she do this to me? How can she not even listen when I have a chance to speak? Is it because I am crazy? This is your fault, my fucking little bunny! Your fault for being nice and for me falling in love with you! And now you are running away from me, stating in front of these people and the law itself that I am insane, that I raped you, which I kind of did.

A text from mum: Mum: 👀 sooooo did he stay the night 👀👀👀 I groaned into my pillow. Me: maybe. stop spying on my life Mum: i will NOT. does he snore? is he secretly a bed hog?? is the kissy-boyfriend era real??? Me: 1. not yet 2. TBD 3. yes and it’s amazing, leave me alone I grinned at my own screen like a dope and tossed the phone aside. Whatever. Let the whole world know. Let them write fanfiction if they wanted. I had Cameron. That was enough.

"You wanted to escape getting married to me so bad, that you washed me with insults in front of my Dad. That was mortifying." My face heated in embarrassment. The waiter brought wine and I took a sip from my glass quickly before mumbling. "Ah yeah. I did that. Sorry about that." "Oh it's fine," he laughed. "So, I'm guessing you were inspired by the ten fanfictions written on our names?" I almost spat the wine in my mouth all over the table. "Do we have fanfictions? What the hell?" He shrugged. "Should I pretend I hate them too?"