Interactive Fanfics Novels & Stories

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

"I'm going to demand half of your property in exchange for all the hard work I'm putting in uniting you with Claire, MacIntyre! You cause mess after mess and I have to clean up after you. Who do you think I am— Your personal janitor! I can't even curse you knowing you already have many problems in your life." Cole gritted his teeth as he typed comment after comment, replying in existing discussions, thus starting new conversations. He was flabbergasted seeing Hunter's Fandom. It really seemed like his friend ran a secret IT Cell to act as his fans and defend him online. The craze for him was crazy, and the fact that Hunter was chasing after his wife was fueling everyone's curiosity. They wer

His face went through several expressions—confusion, surprise, horror, and then something that looked like amusement. "Chapter 10," Sebastian said. "The Night He Begged." "I can read the title." "It's very dramatic." "It's humiliating." Sebastian scrolled further. "The fans love it." Damian looked at his own phone. The comments were flooding in. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands. "OMG this is so hot." "I always knew the Iceman was a bottom." "The way he cried after? I'm deceased." "Can someone please make this into a movie?"

I heard muffled chattering , Raven glared at everyone and they were shushed. “First one is writing the story. It is about making an album about love. I know it’s been anticipated a lot from Mr. Kian to write about love. According to my maths,” he showed a slide showing statistical data, “ ninety people who are fans of Mr.Calloway have written fanfics about him. It means they fantasise about Mr.Kian being in love, and if we use this, I can say, there are more than ninety percent success rate of the album. Even if it is on a lower budget.” he was right. I looked at Raven, he looked at me with an expression that said that he was somewhat convinced of it.

they’re all demanding, and I have no choice but to give in. I lie back down on my bed, trying hard to focus on the pleasure. But the pulsing in my core has stopped, and all I can think about is that strange message. I’ve had weird subscribers before, sure. But the extent of their weirdness usually just ends with asking really close-up pics of my holes. This one is definitely out there. I heard that some fans can get obsessive, but that has to be built with time, right? I don’t think this is a troll, either. What kind of person throws that money around just to play with a person?

Bridget laughed evilly, clearly enjoying what was happening to her poor friend. "I bet she'd have kiss marks all over," Ivy added more to the naughty discussion. Ivy and Bridget giggled at the thought, they really had the wildest imagination of all. This was probably due to the fact that these two were both fans of Love Love Me: Intense Romance, a popular novel site where handsome, possessive characters usually had a deep and intense love for their beloved and caged them with their undying love for the other through intense physical activities. Definitely, they were intended for adult audiences. "I'm just worried they'd fight because of us," Dianne, the most rational among the group, looked

"Try it some time." But Alastaire's response is cool and measured. "Yes, that's the name our fans have given themselves. Enfablers, as in Fable enablers. It's quite fitting – we're constantly amazed by how supportive they are... of us and of each other. We couldn't do any of this without them." "It's touchin' really," Lyall pipes in. "We 'ave de best fans in de world." The boys murmur agreement in the background, and again I feel a slight stab of guilt.

My finger moved on its own. His profile—blue checkmark, 4.2M followers—featured a new Story. I went back to the main video. The comments kept popping up on the screen. @TateFan420: "OnlyFans with that body? Must be earning peanuts. Who wants to see that thing undressed. Bet she smells like a seafood dumpster." @Sigma342: "Look at her thighs jiggle when she walks! Built like that and acts like she's hot? Delusional."

Everywhere she looked, it was her and Damian. Major entertainment news accounts and fan pages were all posting about them, with wild rumors circulating. Even fan fiction of them was dominating the charts. Furthermore, some fans had stayed up all night drawing fanart of her and Damian, and it was being shared widely. The fan fiction stories that were published on various sites were all capitalizing on the sudden surge of attention. She had a huge collection of fan art now. Chelsea's mind spun as she scrolled. She occasionally glanced at Tobey's expression. When she saw his scowl deepening, she couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh.

He had been her long time crush and finally she had her chance at dating him only to be dumped for a much prettier, hotter blonde senior. Shawn was every high school girls fantasy, his protruding abs would make them crave for a touch, his killer looks got their eyes dizzy at his sight, he was even hotter being the school's baseball captain and he was excellent at the game. Emily had a short lived romance dating the hottest, meanest and popular guy in school and when it ended she as the victim got no sympathy from the masses. Majority of the girls hated her for having Shawn's heart and Bailey was loved for putting an end to it.