Light Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre. And lastly as for another work on Goodnovel.com I've a contemporary romance I'd love to suggest because now I'm aware of the flash forward style of GN. It's entitled as "Winning Over The Cold Heiress." Thank you~

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 !

Her oral skills were highly developed and she came to the group already indoctrinated by the ridiculous revelations of a popular series of "Vampire" stories. They were well written and attracted the devotion of a number of disaffected young people to the romantic elements of vampirism. Lafitte had not hesitated to give the beautiful young girl the fang of creation. His long cock buried in her tight young pussy was treated to her violent changing life-force opening her core to his vampire seed. He had done that on several occasions and he never tired of the stimulation that replenished his sexual energy. Lafitte made a habit of tasting the pretty girl's blood early each morning before the sun

“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.”

I lay awake in my bed, staring up at the dark wooden rafters. My mind raced with images of Mateo’s cowardice, the ancient marriage contract in the attic, and Victor’s terrifying presence down the hall in our guest room. I couldn't sleep knowing a wolf was sleeping under the same roof as my family. Driven by a desperate, reckless need to find proof, I slipped out of bed at midnight. I didn't light a candle. I crept barefoot across the cold floorboards, keeping my back pressed against the hallway wall as I made my way toward the guest room at the end of the corridor. The door to the guest room was slightly ajar, a sliver of faint moonlight spilling out onto the floor. I held my breath, peering

’ 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!

Because he just kept staring at her while she was telling the story. "Yeah? Because what---?" Andrew in a suspicious tone. Lana shrugged then decided to tell Andrew the truth. Because in fact, despite everything that had happened, she knew that the young man had long known all her weaknesses. "I've been busy, you know, being your fangirl," she admitted, followed by a weak laugh. Obviously, Andrew liked what she said because his handsome face quickly lit up. "As in, a super fan?" "Can I still be called a super fan even if I can't watch your movies because I don't have money?" she replied following what she said with a weak laugh. "Actually Mama is the real reason how I found out about you. Sh

Chapter 2 Ava’s POV “God, it’s fucking boiling up here even with the window cracked,” I muttered, kicking the thin sheet off my legs for the third time in ten minutes. The loft fan spun slow circles above us, doing jack shit to move the sticky air. Moonlight slipped through the slats, painting pale stripes across the mattress we were forced to share because the guest rooms were still torn apart with paint cans and plastic sheeting.

I gaped at him. “You read her books!” “Read! I love them so much!” “Really?” Liam smiled like he had struck gold. “What’s your favourite?” “All! But I enjoyed the Pink Hearts and Sunshine series more. Daren and Phoebe’s love story is my favourite, but Cain and Debra are my favourite characters. And also The Malcolm Ladies series. I’ve read just the first book and fell in love.” I ranted, and the way he stared at me, listening to my words with rapt attention, warmed my heart. It’s been too long since I’ve had a book buddy, and Liam was reminding me how nice it was to discuss a book with others who loved it also.

I turn around and lean back on him as we gaze upon the sky, and I point at the brightest star in the sky tonight. “There! That’s the first star I saw and I thought I’d make a wish…not for me but for all the lycans and werewolves out there. So we might…you know, finally have the next heir.” He laughs. “Damn it, woman, what the hell are you wishing on a star for, then? Were you planning on conceiving the next heir through an immaculate conception?” I blush. “No, silly, of course not, but—”