Psych Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Menace radiating off him like bad Wi-Fi. “Goddammit,” I muttered, staring at the sketch. “That’s just Pittman again.” I erased the lines with unnecessary violence. This was getting pathetic. My readers wanted angst and passion, not an unauthorized fancomic of my homicidal landlord. And yet, every time I sat down to work, Grayson’s face crawled into my imagination like an unpaid intern refusing to leave. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. What’s wrong with me? Why am I mentally undressing a man who probably keeps body bags in the pantry?

At least I know he’s not going to blabber to anyone who wants to know about my struggle. Man, the Alpha’s personal life has always been interesting to some. I never understood the appeal of gossip columns. I found a thread in a chat room all about rumours mostly about me and my family. Some of the things I saw… That was also the day I discovered what fanfiction meant. I still have nightmares about it. I used my last resort and googled date ideas. Walks. Well, I guess that’s not hard. But what do you do while you walk? There is no fancy park to visit around here, and if she’s been living most of her life in the woods, I’m not so sure she’ll find a hike surprisingly refreshing.

"What do you think?" Julia smiled. "You are a sadistic genius," she said. Michael pulled the blade sharply upward and Mickey screamed until Julia got sick of it and stuffed a bar towel into his mouth. She leaned over him. "Now, listen to me you fat wanker. This is just a dream, so my friend hasn't really cut off your tiny little dick. Thing is, when you wake up, it'll be just like he has. You won't be able to get it up, and I doubt you'll have much interest in sex anyway."

His hand gripped the handle of his bike but his eyes never left hers, "You could have written about anyone, but you wrote about me," "Cuz you're popular and everything. I thought we already talked about this," She mumbled the last part. "I told you I ain't letting you off the hook that easily, McIntyre, so now you have another two options," "Kaelen-" He grinned, "You keep pretending it's all fiction, or...," He stepped closer till she had to look up to see his face, his tall figure now looming over her. She could now feel the heat of him, and his voice was a smooth rasp, "I make those fantasies come true. Every naughty, crazy thing you dreamt of, you wrote down. I could really have you under

At this point I was hostile as hell. “I'm your biggest fan. I went crazy for a moment clearly. I swear, I'm not usually like this. I'm bipolar and I know it's not an excuse for my actions, but I'm sorry. So please, from a star to a fan, if you end up letting me go to sin no more, would you kindly give me tickets to your next game? I can't afford them.” The audacity. “And what makes you think I would let a psycho stalker like you anywhere near him? Tickets so you can go see him and fuel your obsession? In front of his girlfriend? Really?”

Stars explode behind my eyes; my cock leaks steadily, hips thrusting into his hand. “You’re acting like a virgin bottom,” he says, pulling back to watch my face. “What happened to you?” “Does it matter?” I gasp, grinding down on his fingers, chasing that electric buzz. My internal conflict rages, I’m a woman in a man’s body, living my BL dream, but as the uke? Fangirl me is thrilled, but this isn’t canon!

The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"

As much as possible, he wanted to reply once and shut his phone again, but now he’s doomed with the guilt of leaving that annoying somebody unreplied. Diana: why haven’t you told me? Erric: stop feeling like a possessive girlfriend But he deleted that instead of pressing send. Erric: you would know even if I don’t tell you. And stop chatting Sohan Erric muted Diana’s chat and threw his phone on the soft bench beside the door. He brushed his fingers through his hair and remained ducking, staring at his shoes. Diana is a stalker. He met her at the opening of the franchise of the Pereira Boutique that his family bought for Marina South in Singapore. But back in those days, she still had her dig

Looking up at me from her upside-down position, Blanca's eyes met mine. I refrained from smiling amidst the pandemonium, but there was no denying that Blanca always managed to make life interesting. Out of all the Johnson kids, she and I had a special bond. On my twenty-fifth birthday, she had written an Avengers fanfiction where Bucky Barnes and Captain America were more than just friends. It had been entertaining as hell. "Blanca, are you ready to go?" I asked her, trying to maintain a composed demeanor in the midst of the chaos.

The taste of coffee was no longer there in his mouth, and it was replaced with a metallic taste of blood. I still couldn’t open my eyes, and by the wet feeling that I have around my body, I’m guessing that it’s not just Rian’s disgusting saliva. The smell of blood was stronger now, and I was sure that I was covered in blood as he continued his movements. “You know, my love. I have always had multiple fantasies and I’m sure that you are well aware that we are living one of them. Now, I’m sure that you know all the other fantasies, my love. Why don’t we do a few more, Shyne?”