Novel & Cerita Poc Fanfiction

edits. Innocent pictures of us laughing at the rink during practice. Or when we hugged each other, the way teammates did after a win from a tough game. The edits made it seem as if I was looking at Dorian like he hung the moon. Screenshots from old games where I’d supposedly stared too long. “#Donoah,” they were calling it. Some of the edits were sweet, to be honest. But most of them were creepy as hell. A few fans even tried comparing us to some outed celebrity couple like we were another juicy fandom ship to root for. I hadn’t even realized how deep the hole was until I scrolled through the replies on his post.

Hellooo🤗🤗 I am here with another update. Hope you will like it. Please do vote too.🥹 Happy reading 📚!!! ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡ *CATHY'S POV *

3rd Person POV Paityn is happily working in her little cafe, Mocha Munchies. She felt she was exactly where she wanted to be in life. This was her dream, a dream come true. So why does she feel so empty? Paityn thought reaching her dreams would fill tha emptiness. She refuses to believe it’s because she just needed someone to share it with. Yes, she has Eric, but if Paityn is honest with herself, she’s only wit him so she doesn’t feel so lonely. Yes, she has lyric and Kinsey as well. Her sister and best friends. She loves them, but… yes, there was always a but. She wants to be loved on a level they are not capable of. They can’t satisfy her needs. Which, of course, Eric doesn’t either. She s

luna begins to hyperventilate because the memories are flooding back *Flash back* Cara types furiously on her phone, she hit sends on her gram story! Luna opens her phone to check her messages and she received 15 text messages some said " FUCKING WHORE" SHE SO UGLY SHE HAS TO FUCK A MAN TO GET TO THE TOP"as she reads the messages she sees "Carmen is typing" Luna texts Luz "Luz help me someone started a rumor did you it? Carmen is typing she saw it I am crying help me"

Why do I have to suffer a barbarian life? In the process of falling in love, I lost everything in his hands. My heart failed to discern the devil in human form. And look where he plonked me. *********** This book is purely fictional. All characters are only author's imagination. There is no resemblance with any living person. Lastly, this book contains some non consensual scene that can be upsetting.

POV: SEBASTIAN I try to make her happy. Day after day, night after night— I bleed into the hours just to see her smile, just to see a flicker of light in those eyes she hides from me. But still... all she ever says is she wants to go home.Why hasn’t she looked at me? Days. Weeks. Now months. And it’s like I’m invisible to her. She doesn’t seem happy with me anymore.I’m trying—fuck, I’m trying so hard to make her love me back. But all she ever wants is to run. To escape me.The monster she thinks I am. But she’s wrong. This little bunny… She likes being chased, doesn’t she? She just doesn’t know it yet. I punched the wall today. Split my knuckles open just to feel something. Just to remind mys

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

By the time I woke up, three billion dollars had already been deposited into my bank account. With the money in hand, I immediately booked the most luxurious private club in Glenford. I got a haircut and indulged in a full-body spa. The haggard man with graying temples in the mirror was gone, replaced by a young man with striking red hair and sharp eyes. I had just finished changing when my close friend, Frank Roth, called me. "Sebastian! What happened between you and Clara? Are you out of your mind? The whole world has gone crazy!" he shouted the moment the call connected.

Her chest was heaving, her eyes brimming with a mixture of rage and desperation. “You think this is a joke?” she hissed, her voice trembling. “You think you’re untouchable? Kenneth is already talking to the coach. He’s telling everyone that you’re unstable. He’s making moves, Gideon. While you’re playing house with a girl who wears Potter glasses, Kenneth is taking your place as captain. This is the start of your fall. I’m going to watch him take everything you love, and I’m going to be right there on his arm when he does it.”