Interactive Fanfiction Novels & Stories

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

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.

None of them know that I'm starting to have trouble remembering where the fiction ends. "You're trending," Priya says, stopping by my office at 10 AM with the expression of someone delivering news they find both exciting and slightly alarming. She shows me her phone. There is a hashtag. #CelesteAndIsabelle has been used more than fifty thousand times since midnight. People are making fan art. People are writing speculative fiction about our "meet-cute." People are constructing elaborate theories about when we first got together, how long we've been hiding it, or whether we're planning to get married. "Fantastic," I say.

Who give me the rough intense passionate sex I've been craving since I was a teenager. So judge me if you want. Call me a cheater. Call me a whore. Say I'm destroying my marriage. But I know the truth. My marriage was destroyed the moment I saw my husband on his knees with another man's cock down his throat. I'm just making the best of the situation I was forced into. And honestly? I've never been more satisfied in my life. The mechanic. The neighbor's brother. Both of them give me what I need in different ways. Both of them make me feel alive and desired and completely satisfied.

"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

The entire plot is coming together in my head, talking to a fan as big as Lamb must have done it. On the drive back to the apartment, Lamb is telling me about his friend circle that are also fans, showing me the fan groups, fan art, and the funny memes they leave behind. There’s something warm in my chest at that. Fan meets were closed door, so I don’t get to know or interact with my fans, I thought I preferred it that way, but seeing things dedicated to me and my work… maybe getting to know them would be nice. “Aren’t you going back?” Ivan asks him with a sigh,

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

i said "when do you ever use that word 'girlfriend'?"she asked "just now"i said "okay look am tired so tell Adam to drive us to were you want us to go"she said and I sighed "I want it to be only us, girlfriend "I said "okay, stop the girlfriend stuff it's making me feel weird "she said "sorry"i said "ooh, I can't wait to turn 18, I really need a car"she said and I rolled my eyes and hailed a cab

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.