Interactive Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Turning it on, she waited impatiently for the slow booting process, then quickly typed in the web address on the browser page. Zoe was aiming for a page where fans of artists used to meet and give each other opinions about their favorite celebrities. It's like a web for fans to share anything about celebrities. Starting from actors, actresses, celebgrams and of course singers. Zoe quickly found Iris' fan page. There was quite a lot of traffic because Iris is a famous singer. Her fans were still very excited. Zoe created an ID from a new email and logged in with the most random alias. She chose the most crowded gossip topics and then started a new thread. Of course, she gave it an eye-catchin

Chaos is out of the gene. I smirk and entered inside my room…. All those dramas…. I hiss they always come back…. I don’t want them to ever…. I took my phone and click on my I*******m page…. Then I posted the picture I wore just my bra…. Then I wrote….What if I open an only fan page? and all my fans started commenting…. I started reading…. The holy ones were asking me not too why some naughty ones were asking me too. I then search for professor winsley but he was nowhere to be found…. Every name I search for…. He wasn’t there….

" oh, from where? Because if you ask me I would say that I haven't seen any of you guys before. " " Well, we are your fans. " " Fans? For what? " "We are fans of your writing, we usually read your books and we fell so much in love with it that we started following your I*******m account and there we saw a single picture of you two. " " Oh, so which of my books have you read? " I asked. " We've read almost all your books, A CRUSH, Royal Alpha, My Beloved, Tainted, Depressed, love in the air, and so on. "

He just looked confused, a small, sad smile touching his lips. "Again??" he repeated. "Aubrey, I told you. My fans are intense. They’re digging up stupid things, making up stories to try and link me to some kind of scandal. It’s a common tactic to try and devalue a player’s brand. They want to find 'dirt,' and when they can't find it, they invent it. Such crazy fans." "I thought as much." She said. He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. It wasn't the desperate, frantic kiss from the lounge; it was slow, possessive, and deep. He tasted like the wine and the night air, and for a moment, the archives and the warnings felt like a fever dream.

Everyone has stories they don't read out loud. Xxxxxxxxx Important I want to tell a thing to you guys... It's really important for me.. I started writing because of BTS.. I joined W*****d because of them to read their fanfic... They are my inspiration to write... I previously mentioned them on my story and there were many people who were army and I made friends with them... But there were few who was commenting hate for them.

Since we all joined the love nest we have going on we threw ourselves into working to make sure the kids have everything they need and want. Alexis is making bank on her books and a huge amount at an alarming rate. She writes the dirtiest shit I ever did read but fans loved it. She is the most humble person and does fan book signings and free giveaways. Men flirt with her all the time but she looks over it and it makes them more insane over her. She has stalkers and mega fans that follow her everywhere. "So how do we fix this?"I growled.

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

’ 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!

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”

“You couldn’t remember the name Harry, but you could remember Zayn? I’m impressed. Next you’re going to tell me you’re writing One Direction fanfiction.” I stared at her. “How can you write fanfiction about real people?” “Oh, you sweet summer child.” She was laughing maniacally as she began typing into her phone. “It’s the Internet. Haven’t you heard of rule thirty-four?” I shook my head. I regretted going down this rabbit hole already. “You can find any kind of porn on the Internet. Duh.” Niamh cackled. “There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.”