Real Life Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Weirdo. This story will also contain some mild reluctance/non consent sex. The universe this story exists in is in my head. There are no STDs, no crazy people that want to machete you in the dick, none of the reasons it would be terrifying if this were a true story, which it isn't. Doing any of the things in this fictional story in real life could get you a very real STD, stabbed, raped, arrested, imprisoned, or worst of all, grounded. Please take this for what it is, yet another of my ridiculous fantasies spewed out onto "paper" for you gaggle of perverts. Is that the right word for a group of perverts? Ah, I've got it. A gangbang. A gangbang of perverts. Perfect. This is a delightfully dev

Ah, I've been waiting for that question since earlier. "I'm glad you asked. You see, this is the real world. Reality. But what you're living in could be called another world, but a different world where people from the real world such as us, create plots and characters to our own liking. That is what we call a book, or a novel. We read it but you get to live a life in that world of yours with your own thoughts, dreams, ideals, ambition, interests and actions, but it will all follow according to the Author's plot. And if the story is finished, I'm not sure what happens next. And the world you are living in is called 'Endless Poison Love', its a fantasy-romance novel." I explained.

After exchanging greetings, I slid into the car, and the engine's hum marked the start of our journey. As the car glided along, my mind embarked on a tumultuous journey. My life had taken an unexpected turn, like a plot of a fictional story. Overnight, I discovered that mythical creatures were real. Xander, the central figure of my fantasies, was not just a fictitious being; he was my mate, a werewolf Alpha leading a thriving community. He was also my boss, blurring the lines between our professional and personal lives. I was dating my boss, cliche!

I vented out to him. It made no difference anyway. It was like venting into thin air but it was better than holding it all in. I was beginning to lose my mind. “You know… if we lived in a world of fantasy, I would not hesitate to find out the woman you once loved or the woman you loved before you got into this condition so she could place a kiss on your lips and you would wake up. Sadly, this is reality and no such thing happens.” I let out a sigh and stood up. “I just don’t want you in my life just the way you don’t want me. Your brother ruined my life.” I spoke before heading out of the room , back to my own room.

As though I might wake up any second and discover it was all a wonderful dream, and now it was Monday morning and time to go back to suffering the petty torments of working for Herr Klaus. Tune in this week for Fantasy Island, starring Lily Ross! But there was one thing in my life that was more Real Life than anything else – and that was Money. Notice that I didn’t say ‘Important.’ I said ‘Real Life.’ Like the sort of things that beat you over the head and remind you you’re not living in a Hallmark Movie. Rent. Bills. Being able to eat something other than Top Ramen. You need Money for Real Life, and there was never enough of it.

‘Paranoia would make you lose your mind’ I had thought. When I opened my phone Cyan had sent me loads of photos of her family. ‘That brat Clay wants to marry a con artist’ is the topic for the day. She had complained about how Hailee Leech was leeching of her brother and her brother was letting her. And though it is stung a lot, I still felt happy for Clayton deep-deep-deep down. ‘Bang.’ Maybe it is not paranoia, Zoey had woken up crying fanatically last night and I had felt a presence.

He looked past me, through the open door, at the chaos outside—at the Dragon-Rowan tearing through the porcelain Angels. "He's very loud, isn't he?" The Author sighed. "I told the Aethel-Corp that the 'Donor' model was too unstable. But they wanted 'Emotional Depth.'" He turned the notebook toward me. On the page was a drawing of a girl and a boy. They were standing in a field of real flowers, under a real sun. "I can send you there," the man said. "But only one of you can go. The 'Real World' doesn't have room for a 'Beast.' He has too much 'Data.' He would crash the 'Reality' of a normal life."

"You are sick, Aria; you are sick for thinking everything is a fairytale, as you make your forty million followers think." There is a word called fiction, a world where nothing is real... Emotions are fake, and just because I write about the fake world doesn't mean I expect him to be like the male lead of my novel. "It's all fiction, Caleb. Everything I wrote was fiction, and as a human I have every f*ck*ng right to fantasise, so don't blame your betrayal on my books." "And you dare blame this on my womb?" This was the height of it; I took off the wedding ring from my fingers and held it tightly... I couldn't bring myself to return it.

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.

I stared at nothing for a while. At the wall. At the fake ring still on my hand. At the life I had somehow built in less than 24 hours. A fake husband. A borrowed child. A six month lie. And Eden Gregory right in the center of all of it. I twisted the ring off slowly. Set it on the coffee table. George returned with a plate I had no intention of touching. He placed it in front of me, then sat beside me. Silence. No questions. Just his presence.