Period Fanfic Novels & Stories

Some people had already made some sick fan art of the whole ordeal, casting a platinum blonde stranger as Eliza. They weren’t even the worst. The worst had to be the fanfics that had seemingly popped up overnight. I only got through the blurb of one before I had to click out of the site, lest I risk permanently damaging my psyche. When I saw all this, I was a little shocked that I was yet to realise that I hadn’t yet received a scolding call from my mother. But then I checked my phone and remembered I had muted all calls and notifications from her, of which there were many.

Though the sex has been fan-fucking-tastic. Because I spend more time with Pam, I know that Hana has been feeling a bit ignored and may be used by Aidan and his friends. I know they write her notes. I’ve had to pass some along. I don’t know what they say. I don’t read them and will not ask Hana or Aidan to tell me what is in them. That’s their business. I find it shitty that they string her along with these letters but, in public, act like she’s another faceless student.

Damon: "Give her time." Me: "What if she never talks to me again." Damon: "Then that is her choice. You cannot control it." I put my phone down. He was right. I could not control it. I could not control anything. I had spent months trying to control everything. The lies. The secrets. The way I moved between Rick and Damon like a ghost. And now it was all falling apart. --- At 2 PM, there was a knock on my door. Not my mom's knock. Louder. Impatient.

The beautiful, intoxicating fantasy she had built over the last two months hadn't just ended—it had warped into a permanent, inescapable golden cage. She was no longer just the secret lover or the cherished little sister. She was a permanent fixture in a broken, hollow pact, bound to the dominant man who had engineered her madness from the very beginning, all while her sister watched from across the hall. "So, I get to do these things with… Adrian?" Lisa whispered. ​Her voice was so incredibly quiet, a fragile thread of sound that barely carried across the gap between the sofa and the armchair. She kept her head down, her chin tucked into the fold of her denim jacket as if she could physical

she uttered carefully. She omitted a lot of details since she doesn't want to be exposed as their avid fan. Her weird fangirling lifestyle might be exposed out of the blue. Though she's a known fangirl in high school, her classmates won't expose her needlessly. Even her husband doesn't know, so she's not worried at all. “Really~” Rain's eyebrow perked up in curiosity. “So who do you like the most among us?” “Of course it's me, I'm her husband!” Zacharias answered for her, not sparing them any chance to ask more questions.

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I froze. There were voices coming out from the stalls. Two girls, or maybe three, hidden behind closed doors. "Oh my God, finally some news." A different voice, bright with interest. "I was starting to get bored watching Jace and Allison's fan club I*******m for the sixth time." "Wait, they have a fan page, and you didn't tell me?" The first girl again. "Send me the link! I need to see. They're so hot together. God, I want a piece of that."

It’s funny how these girls seem to be so enarmored of me right now, when six months ago, they barely looked in my direction. “I’m so envious of your friend group,” she sighs. “But anyways, I’m glad I finally get to tell you that I’m a fan.” “Excuse me,” Jane gets in between us. She glowers at her hyper sister. “Willow isn’t here to listen to your nonsense.” “You’re just jealous that you’re not close friends with her,” my apparent fan mocks Jane with a cruel laugh. Then she offers me a wave. “Bye Willow. Nice talking to you.”

“You’re not mad that one of them captioned her repost my future husband?” I froze mid-sentence, the words catching like a hiccup. “She wrote what?” Piper grinned wickedly, wiggling her phone in front of me again. “Want to see?” “No.” I slapped the phone out of view. “I said don’t show me anything else about him.” Piper gave me that very sinister judgemental look. “You’re enjoying this,” I accused. “Of course I am.” Piper stretched out luxuriously, scrolling again. “I live for drama that isn’t mine. And this is golden. Lucas Bristo drowning in fangirls while Hannah Black sits here pretending she doesn’t care.”

The sweet scent of her arousal drove him wild. Unexpectedly, he threw her upward, and her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. ‘STOP!!!’ Thor screamed, pushing past his barrier as the life of his Luna flashed before him. author's note: Chapter 3 will be the last on this story. The next is on a doctor and patient fetish. Imagine your crush being your gynecologist. You've fantasized about stripping before him, spreading those sexy slutty thighs, and showing him how good you are with instructions. Years later, he turns out to be your doctor, and he gives you one simple command: open your legs.