Online Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

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

“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.

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

The chatroom was abuzz with activity, and the messages scrolled down the screen like a never-ending stream of gossip and speculation. I decided to join the conversation anonymously, creating a username that concealed my true identity. As I typed, my fingers danced across the keyboard, and I assumed the persona of a curious fan. AnonymousUser123: Hey, I've been following the whole TEVIE thing, and I'm starting to think they might not actually be dating. Almost immediately, responses flooded in, filled with animosity and disbelief. FanGirl94: Are you kidding me? Have you seen the way they look at each other? They're totally in love! TEVIEForever: Don't be a hater! They're meant to be together.

Alex then called one of his acquaintance and told him to post that the Anna in La Novela promotion was the same Anna from the Public relation department. After the friend had anonymously posted. Those who were supporting the mysterious girl started bashing Anna with bad comments. When Alex saw that Anna’s comments were not on her favor. He came online on his fan group. This fan group was also chosen carefully; it was the head of his fan club who had built this group and consisted only of his hardcore die-hard fans.

"I'm going to demand half of your property in exchange for all the hard work I'm putting in uniting you with Claire, MacIntyre! You cause mess after mess and I have to clean up after you. Who do you think I am— Your personal janitor! I can't even curse you knowing you already have many problems in your life." Cole gritted his teeth as he typed comment after comment, replying in existing discussions, thus starting new conversations. He was flabbergasted seeing Hunter's Fandom. It really seemed like his friend ran a secret IT Cell to act as his fans and defend him online. The craze for him was crazy, and the fact that Hunter was chasing after his wife was fueling everyone's curiosity. They wer

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

I scroll through their very raunchy and promiscuous conversations before finding a thread that really catches my attention. #1 fan 11/13 1:14 am From #1 fan: Are you kidding me right now? From #1 fan: You really want to end what we have after everything?!

“It’s a damn curse. And somehow, I got stuck with the lunatic version.” He stood up, stretching like he’d just finished a successful round of emotional sabotage. “You know, people online think you’re gay,” he said. “You’re always with me, never seen with a woman. Fanfics about us are all over the place.” I gave him a blank stare. “Because I don’t need chaos in my life. Let them write what they want.” He let out a dramatic laugh. “Well, I care. Some of those stories had me worried I’d violated you in your sleep.”

“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.”