K Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

The story is written in the third person, and probably tells a short but beautiful love story in high school. Sixteen-year-old Fan Qixing first met Qi Sheng on a hot afternoon. That summer, the weather was unusually hot. After the school organized the physical examination, many people fell to the ground exhausted. Among them is Fan Qixing, who was sickly from an early age. Fan Qixing is very thin because of his poor health, but he is good-looking, so he is nicknamed sick beauty by his classmates. But there are always a few people who don't like her, and a few girls are jealous of her good-looking. After the astrometry, they just pretend to walk past her as if nothing has happened, stepping o

The maids took care of cleaning the house and also preparing food. Most of my time was spent in the library, and it was a big library with varieties of books. It was the only thing I missed in the house. After reading lots of books, I decided to start writing mine one day. I wrote a lot of fan fiction for books I didn't like the ending and I also change the life of characters that I think deserved better. From writing fan fiction, I switched to writing original stories but none of the family knew about this. I was supposed to be invisible but if they found out I was writing or doing anything productive, I would be punished.

She makes me want things I never thought I'd want. "Are you a boob guy?" She asks lifting her hands to cover mine. "No. I think I'm a you-guy." I say rolling her nipples between my fingers "You're utter perfection. Every part of you was sculpted to drive me crazy." My hands squish her tits together and I bend to lick the water off. I'm not condoning it but fuck do I understand why Fan married her. "Think you can go again, big boy?" Her fingers wrap around my already hard cock making it jerk with anticipation. I'm ready to be inside her again. Hopefully this time it'll be longer and harder.

Paige teased as she tapped them on their foreheads. Her subordinates smiled sheepishly and announced that they were going back to work immediately. “Me too! I’ll do my best to finish my task for today. I can’t wait to get home and read the new chapter of my favorite fanfiction!” “Yeah, I can’t wait to continue. I’m still at chapter 300!” “What are you talking about?” Paige asked with curiosity. “It’s a popular fanfiction about Mr. Cedric and Ms. Maia. Its title is ‘Will You Marry Me, Again?’”

Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned the fantasies part. She wiggled her eyebrows, completely unaware that Magnus was listening intently, his fingers barely twitching against his thigh now. The pack around them held their collective breath, waiting for some reaction. Any reaction. "I used to write the most ridiculous fan fiction," Cathy continued, completely unselfconscious. "Edward and Bella? More like Edward and my imagination. I bet he'd be way less interesting in real life. Probably would just brood and play piano all day. At least werewolves seem like they know how to have fun. Do you guys have epic pack parties? I'm imagining full moon dance-offs or something."

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

She'd been teasing me for the last half hour, torturing me while telling my mother all about herself. I'd listened with growing disbelief as Shelly invented an entire life, adding imaginary details on the fly, and Mom had eaten it up. So far as she was concerned, her only son was dating a college graduate. She rented a loft in the Village, kept a cat named Mr. Tibbs, and worked as a stenographer for a prominent law firm. Shelly made up family members as she needed them, regaled my mom with unhappy stories about ex-boyfriends, and expressed her desire to get married and start a family. A big one, she claimed, which was music to Mother's ears.

“Don’t test me, Annalise, you may be my mate but that doesn’t mean that I need to care about you and the only reason you are still alive is that my father insisted that we have a pup together... And you can’t even do that… You will accept the renouncement and then accept your new Luna or I will chain you in the safe room. I intend to discuss this pup thing again with Doc Amity… If you want, I can make your life even worse…” He then opens the door, walks out and then slams it behind him. I curl up in the middle of the bed and cry; I cry a little harder when I hear the sounds of Randall having sex in the room next door and Charmine’s screams and moans of pleasure, not of the pain he just made

Even so, the Russian thought it wise to let sleeping dogs lie and was doing her best to continue on as if nothing ever happened. “Come on, don’t cry,” Fiana coaxed. “I hate it when you cry.” She wiped her lover’s tears with her sleeve. “Awe honey. I know it’s been rough lately. I took longer than normal to get my act together and you don’t need to tell me what a bear I’ve been. I know how bad I was. It’s just... this... this one was extra tough. I mean writing about men and their fantasies. What the fuck do I know about that? What kind of an assignment was that anyway? Who the fuck cares about their fantasies? It was an ass kicker for me and I know I took it out on you. I know I did and... a