Infamous Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Olivia spent most of her time curled up on the sofa and read, completely ignored by her broken hearted husband. They both tried to figure out how they were going to navigate through their lives after this. In the midst of chaos and the aftermath of her infidelity. They wondered if their marriage can survive a second affair. They had proven to each other that neither of them were immune to unfaithfulness. Was there still enough love between them to keep going?

She uploaded one called: “The Fox and the Fire.” A fictionalized confession. A Dom’s slow surrender to a shadowy admirer. A figure who watched from the edges, sent gifts, knew her body like a map, and promised nothing but ruin. She tagged it: #fiction. #maybe. #dangerouslove. It was read 4,400 times in the first hour. At midnight, a comment appeared. From FoxGlove-44. “I love when you write about me.” Her hands went cold. Part VI – Red Ribbon Dreams

As usual, all the students are looking at us, mostly looking at Cream or the others, no one ever really looks at me or maybe I can't see it because I'm always looking at the floor but all of a sudden when Coco suddenly turns and says "Ah, Caramel!" I jump a little, Cream's hand being the only thing holding in me place as I say "Y-Yeah?" He's carrying up his phone "A fanfiction about us both is ranking number one in fanfic on W*****d!" A visible cringe shows on my face as I say "U-Us?" Chocolate turns around completely, now walking backwards as he says "Yep! Me and you! Yeah, yeah, I know I can't like kiss you or whatever but in this book, you really like sex! Which isn't a lie, you literally

She wanted to know her stand on this whole matter, was she really the friend she says she is or is she like everyone else thinking the worse about her. She wanted to find out if Amanda viewed her as a cheap woman who was so desperate for fame, so much that she would sell her body, sleep around just so that she could get ahead in the industry or she had some respect for her, and if that was the case she would fully trust the woman as her only friend and fully open up to her.

Now, they came to apologize when Alex had fallen from grace. However, those who once stood at the top of the world never cared about these comments. People generally enjoyed fiction. They liked to live their life as if they were in a fiction. Even before Alex retired, people had made up countless fan fiction storylines about him. When the match was live-streamed, many people would comment, "The King has returned" in the live chat, indicating that the three-year period had passed, and it was time for the genius to come back for revenge.

“It’s a damn curse. And somehow, I got stuck with the lunatic version.” He stood up, stretching like he’d just finished a successful round of emotional sabotage. “You know, people online think you’re gay,” he said. “You’re always with me, never seen with a woman. Fanfics about us are all over the place.” I gave him a blank stare. “Because I don’t need chaos in my life. Let them write what they want.” He let out a dramatic laugh. “Well, I care. Some of those stories had me worried I’d violated you in your sleep.”

My fists clenched at my sides, my knuckles turning white with the sheer force of my grip. Arrangement? So are they truly engaged because of some archaic pact? Was Lyra, my Lyra, simply given away as part of some deal I knew nothing about? The thought was a searing brand across my soul, and it made the air feel suddenly thin and suffocating. Angela—the woman I believe is my Lyra—was about to say something, her mouth opening, when a sharp, blinding pain exploded at the back of my head. Oh shit, not again.

Then he discovered her fanfictions: wild, smutty, and detailed enough to keep him hard for days. Finding her suddenly in his private spa had been surreal. He'd stepped in just wanting to give her an unforgettable experience as thanks… but things escalated fast. She was bold, naughty, and shockingly still a virgin. The moment his fingers entered her walls, she was so tight... so wet. He wanted to take her right there and then, but the stakes were too high. At the peak of his career, one scandal with a fan, especially his biggest fanfic writer could destroy everything. Still… he couldn’t resist giving her that orgasm.

Amare molto (love very much*) finally knocked on his door. I let out a deep sigh. Then I start waving my hands at my head like a puppet: "And when you thought, like the moron you are, that she was cheating on you, the first thing you thought was: hey! What if I got her pregnant to make sure no one wanted her anymore? And don't make that face! You and I know how prone you are to drawing conclusions. Crappy conclusions ninety-nine percent of the time!" Santo looks up to the sky and grimaces. Then he shrugs his shoulders dismissively. Then he nods again.

The flattery and awe that had once surrounded him had turned into pity and doubt. The entire pack grew restless under the strain of the Alpha's instability. Several Elders visited repeatedly to advise him, only to be driven away by his murderous glare. He became paranoid and stubborn, locking himself away in the empty house. One day, however, he discovered a name in a sealed, forbidden grimoire—the Blood Witches. They were a group of outcasts, shunned by both the werewolves and witches alike, practitioners of forbidden blood magic. He knew it was taboo, a pact with the devil, but he couldn't care less. To find me, he was willing to pay any price.