Real Person Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I was very angry as I stared at the picture, she was sleeping. "I'll be back tomorrow." "Are you done with your exams?" "Yes Mia, I finished today. I'll be back tomorrow" I told her again. I was planning on staying with Bilal for some days but not now, I have to see my girl. I have to see Camila. CAMILA "Did you plan this with her?" I heard the distant voice and I woke up immediately. I glanced around to see Jack, Cassy, Henry's girlfriend and…Fanscho.

"Wake up, Girl! It's real life, not a movie! You know that I just broke up, that's also because I was just being thrown away," "That's the real story, not also the part of your liar scenario?" asks Ilona in doubt. "Of course not, I never liar accept my identity. All things I was told you are real!" "Ow, that bad!" "She likes my money, but she doesn't like me! She cheats! Same with my old friends, they only come if there is a need. That's why I said I don't have friends! Maybe there are also good ones, but not many, they are also busy!" explained Eldrian.

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.

“If you keep playing, your nerve swelling will get worse.” “She was seventeen, on Christmas Eve at the orphanage, listening to this piece until she fell asleep.” Danny’s fingers hovered over the piano strings. “That fire damaged her memory. I thought, if I mastered Moonlight Sonata, she’d remember who pulled her out from under the beam.” My breath caught. The melody the old radio had played repeatedly in the orphanage had actually come from his hands. “She was eighteen when she came to Silver Fang Pack. The dress she wore was altered by me, but Beta Lucas replaced it with an old, faded version.”

Y0urM1n3 “How do you feel about meeting, in real life?” I gulped, hard. My heart thumped loudly, I couldn’t possibly meet him. I’d told him everything but he’d still expect the hot girl in the story who started this, no I needed to shut this down. LuvNHugs “Um, I don’t know, I kinda like things like this” Y0urM1n3 “Safe” I knew he didn’t understand, he wasn’t happy and it hurt my heart, LuvNHugs “I really, really like talking with you Sir, I do. I’m just not who you would expect in real life.”

“you are not the one who did anything wrong..” “That doesn’t matter,” I say, voice thin. “Truth doesn’t trend. Drama does.” More notifications flood in.Someone created a fake account pretending to be me same profile picture same name,even the same pinned tweet. It’s posting fake “apologies,” fake screenshots of DMs with Aiden, and a statement claiming I “I was force to be in a fake relastionship” I open the comments. People are arguing about which account is the “real” me. Some are defending me; others are convinced I’m lying. My throat feels tight. I want to speak, to correct them all, but I know better. The more I respond, the deeper it gets.

Something has changed. I don’t know how or really even when exactly, but writing and reading my fanfic isn’t doing it for me anymore. It used to be everything, all I needed, what I lived for, and obsessed over in my limited free time but now it’s not enough. I read the words, and expect to get hot and bothered and ready to touch myself as usual, and the need just isn’t there. It’s not that it doesn’t turn me on, it’s just not as exciting. What I’m now obsessed with is having Bryce and Wyatt in real life.

“It’s… boring. Safe. No werewolves. No prophecies. Just hospitals and night shifts and bad coffee. I write stories to escape it. Stories like this one.” “Like us.” “Yeah.” He turned his head. Looked at me in the firelight. “What do you write about me?” I felt heat crawl up my neck. “You’re… intense. Protective. Growly. The kind of alpha who pins the heroine against a tree and declares she’s his forever.” A low rumble vibrated in his chest—not quite a growl. Almost a laugh. “And does she like it?” “In the story? Yes. Very much.” “And in real life?”

people openly fantasizing about being the lover of a man who doesn’t even have a public photo “Oh my God,” I muttered up at the sky. “You all need hobbies.” Near the chili patch, Sofia shrieked again, this time because Jevan lifted her under the arms and spun her once before setting her down. Javier’s low laugh followed. Mama yelled at all of them to get away from the plants. No one listened fully. I raised my phone again. My thumb stopped on one post from an anonymous account clearly addicted to drama: No one knows what he looks like, but everyone knows when he arrives in a city.

"Thanks Ryker." "Now I see why Ben has fallen in love with you. You are not only the most beautiful girl I have come across, but well mannered and should I say ' beauty with brain type. I am sure he must have forced marriage to claim you as his." "Enough of praise, Ryker. It wasn't him who wanted marriage, but me. As my family found another guy for me, I demanded to get married soon. And who wouldn't fall for a guy like Ben?? He is so handsome and charming that I couldn't resist myself. I know, for the outer world he acts like a business freak. But, for the loved ones close to him, knows the real Ben…!!" I don't know where all these came from. It came so naturally that in Ryker's eyes I saw