Real Life Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"I've never read anything like it. Usually romance novels are so predictable but this one feels different. It feels real." "Because it probably is real," another woman said with a knowing laugh. "Nobody writes sex scenes that detailed from imagination. She's definitely had some of that in real life." "Lucky her. The father-in-law sounds like an absolute dream. My father-in-law is bald and talks about golf constantly."

It was still early. I didn't know what possessed me, but on a whim, I opened "SimonLovesClaire" profile again. Sure enough, there was a new post. It was already gaining traction, and the title alone made me laugh out loud. [My fiancée found out I donated to my true-love streamer. She got jealous and threw a tantrum about canceling the engagement. Urgent, need advice. [By the end of the year, I'm supposed to get married to my fiancée. Our relationship has always been stable.

KIRA Sometimes we need fantasy to survive reality. Tonight, a daunting reality pressed too close. My biggest fantasy was to live a free life without the shackles of a mate bond. In contrast, my reality was having to consider the possibility of mating with an alpha and becoming the most luna in the supernatural world. I forced my eyes away as he disappeared from my sight and ran back to the house.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

I said impatiently. “What? Oh, yeah – go live life… but make sure it’s actually real life.” I frowned. “Versus what?” “Versus a fantasy.” She said it like vershus a fantasy as she stumbled towards the cab. “Fantasies are awesome – fuck yeah they’re awesome – but sometimes you gotta know when to come home and write the fuckin’ article.” “What if real life can be a fantasy?” I challenged her. She paused, halfway into the cab. “If you figure that one out, let me know how to do it,” she said, toppled into the backseat, and waved as the cab took off into the sea of San Francisco traffic.

I know that this conversation is going nowhere, and that she probably wants to defend her straight Fanfic, and her characters with no chemistry. — They make a beautiful couple. Kanya is perfect for Will, she comes from a noble family, practically a princess, and my son will be the CEO of our companies, in the future a marriage between them seems inevitable, and... I can't imagine something like that, it's impossible. This Fanfic of hers is doomed to be a nice, big, flop. — This story would be perfect if the future CEO liked a woman, but I think you know he likes a man, don't you?

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

“I still hate you, Mr. Fuenter. The fact that you saved me there doesn’t change our situation, you are still my fiancé and it sucks.” “Why do you hate being my fianceé that much?” “If you were me, you will hate it too. Imagine, a twenty-year-old girl being arranged for an engagement, it’s ridiculous and very old-fashioned.” I scoffed. “Let me tell you a secret, Ms. Fuenter.” He whispered as if no one should ever hear about it. “What is it?” I said, curiosity in my eyes. He gestured me to move closer to him and I did as he asked.

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.

We watched the rain fall outside, and it was therapeutic, filling me with a sense of calmness, and joy. “Now there’s only one more thing I need.” I said, watching Sadie and Jude scream as they played dress up, jumping over chairs and tables. “What’s that? Let’s get it done.” “I want to turn Sadie and Jude’s fanfic into reality.” “You want to put the story out into the world?” He asked, curiously.