Interactive Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sorry for the late update this past few months I got really busy because of my task, I try to update even if it's short. To my readers thank you for always reading! I love you and i hope you all doing ok. I try to update once a week so please look forward to it! and also if you find a wrong grammar in my story, I'm still learning and I'm still new about writing so, please don't be so disappointed in me. And I will change the other chapter in this story. That's all. I love you guys!

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This is a work of dark fantasy fiction and should be read with an open mind and a clear understanding of its mature and controversial themes. Happy Reading ! You can follow my F******k page, Mia X Novels and I*******m Account: miaxnovels, for more stories !

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

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Books are oxygen for the literate. For me, there's no other way to breathe. Breathing comes naturally to living organisms. For a nerd with a perfect attendance record and zero friends, air fills my lungs, and words fill my head. I like filling my head with facts, opinions, and fanfiction. There's nothing better than reading Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fanfics on a Friday night.

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

"Another one? Emma, this guy sounds... he sounds obsessed. He’s talking about 'ten minutes.' And 'Rose'?" "It’s just a creep, Han," I said, my voice gaining a steady, rehearsed quality. I looked at the message and rolled my eyes, though my heart was still trying to punch its way out of my chest. "I’ve been getting these for weeks. I think my number got leaked in one of those writer group chats or a promo list. Some guys think that because I write romance, I’m an open invitation for their fan-fiction fantasies." "But he sounds so... specific," Hannah whispered, her gaze still fixed on the phone.

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,