Interactive Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

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She teased and I was very flustered. Baby gems my foot! Her imagination is getting wilder by the second, she's been watching too many fan fictions lately, her innocence, jeez! "Shut up Ione! Grab yourself a man first before you tease me," I challenged and she knew she lost. Because she has too many idols, though some of them are K-Pop idols and some of them are fictional characters, she's never going to have a boyfriend unless she isekai's herself or if she lowers her standards. That fandom is eating her alive.

“Girl, legendary musicians have reacted to his covers saying he outdid them! And you’re calling him okay?” “Okay… I guess he is a great singer.” I muttered, trying to sound casual, though my heart was screaming. She flopped onto the bed, kicking her legs like a teenager in love. “I’m so crazy about him. But ugh, I hate how fast our fanbase is growing. More crazy fangirls to compete with.” I forced a weak laugh. “That’s why,” she continued dramatically, “I got obsessed with Mystery BL fanfics.” My brows furrowed.

“Although I wouldn't say I cheated because you never agreed to date me.” “I have been chatting with a lady on a platform named Fantastic. I only became her fan because you pushed me away, and I was sad and angry. I needed comfort. I asked her to do things that I am not proud of like stripping, meeting me in a hotel and revealing her face for me for cash.”

I answer her. "So who were you now busy talking to so passionately because have been observing you for a while to be able to decipher that Brian is not the one that you are talking to because both of you just drop information for the other person to acknowledge instead of chatting” she point out and I chuckle “You are right, Brian is not the person that I am chatting…..I was just replying my fans so that they don’t start feeling neglected, and the comment section under all my previous posts passed the vibe check because my fans are actively engaging” I inform her only for her to blink back in shock.

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.

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

Caroline fulfilled my father's desires which made him habitual of ignoring us most of the times. The scenario had totally changed and now she successfully made our father distant from us. Our father used to take us out only once in a week which bothered Caroline a lot. ************** My father stood in front of the mirror and wore his coat. “Where are you going handsome?” Inquired Caroline in a flirtatious way. “I'm taking kids for out for shopping.” Caroline slowly stepped towards my father and hugged him. The bedroom door opened all of a sudden and Zac rushed into my father's room. Nobody was allowed inside his room but Zac unintentionally rushed into his room sometimes which my father did

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