Real Life Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I said, "Fantasies aren't reality. Standard disclaimer and all that." "No, I know," Jennifer said, "I just don't want you to think I'm into it. I mean, I'm into it. I just. Look, the story's fucking hot and I want to share it with you, OK?" "Go for it," I said. My phone beeped a minute later. I looked down. I don't know why I was so surprised. It was an incest story. A brother-sister incest story. The siblings get abandoned by their dates and end up having sex. The sister, of course, gets pregnant at the end.

And although I have survived, I no longer live. Now… Now not the slightest part of me lives. I am pure darkness. I have always been it. I'll always be. And here I will stay. Alone. Broken. And gloomy. As is the Fake Life that I have created. FINAL Epilogue Verona, a city in northern Italy. RYDER

Did the impossible. And for that, yeah, I feel like the bad-fucking-ass my fanbase thinks I am. The nerd, the underdog, the girl everyone made fun of made is not only in the scary world of publishing but now is flourishing in Hollywood. I’ve dated actors. Gone out with producers. Partied with reality TV stars. Signed books all over the world and had my novels translated into more languages than I knew existed. I went from writing fan fiction to my own original stories, and those novels hit it big time with the paranormal and sci-fi loving crowd. My characters became a voice in the much-overdue feminist movement, giving hope to those who’d otherwise been hopeless, as well as just providing an

She might as well have a Loser sign hanging around her neck because life had never felt more unfair than it did then. It wasn’t just high school unfair but world unfair or even universe unfair. She had found the love of her life but it turned out they were not only star-crossed but universe-crossed. Like those ships and OTPs in fanfiction. She was trapped in the past while Ecto was a literal Man from the Future.

**This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Apparently I am procrastinating my real life by writing far too many pieces of erotica about far too many different characters. Enjoy.**

"At first, people were trashing you. Then, that same night, a writer posted a fanfic about you and Joel." Her voice dropped. "They called him a possessive puppy and you a ruthless queen."

“This sounds like something I want to hear about. C'mon, spill.” “Well, it could happen,” Julia said. “I told you that stuff in the astral plane can affect the real world sometimes.” “This was in the dream world, not the astral.” Julia shrugged, an ineffectual action over the phone. “Shit happens,” she said. “You have unusual talent, be careful with it. I'd imagine if you can create the marks on her body, you can also fix them in the dream and she won't have them when she wakes up.”

They clocked it to be a PR stunt, which is exactly what it is and everyone with a brain knows that but they think they are smarter than everyone. Then the second group, which calls themselves hopeful romantics, are people who actually believed it, or maybe not. We have fan pages now. I mean actual fan pages on I*******m and every other platform. They are videos too, beautiful edits I must say. We have people shipping Ronan and me together.

“No, like real trouble. Do you realize people are actually starting to ship you and Jason? There’s a fan account. With edits.” I stopped in my tracks. “A what?” “@Jila4Ever,” she said proudly, as if she were their PR manager. “It’s kind of iconic.” I groaned. “This is my nightmare.” “Correction: this is a love story in the making. You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Her words hit too close to home. Because last night, in the privacy of my own room, I had admitted it. At least to myself. And now, every second I spent near Jason felt like proof.

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.