Real Person Fic Novels & Stories

“So… she's The ‘One That Got Away’?” Andrew shrugged, one shoulder lifting lazily. “I wouldn't go that far. Let's just say she was my first fuck buddy. The rest is history. Bad history. The kind that ends with someone stealing your dignity and leaving you with nothing but a really awkward memory and a playlist you still can’t listen to.” Fantastic. My fake fiancé’s first time was apparently traumatic enough to earn its own Spotify True Crime playlist. This family is a walking soap opera. I swallowed. “So what's the situation with her, besides the obvious history?”

A very loud round of applause welcomed us as we entered a room. Camera flash but it hurts my eyes though. I never thought… I will be going to engage in this kind of program that Jeoff never told me. Official introducing his fake wife. Yeah Jeoff! FAKE WIFE! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

********My Fantasy******** This story really began many years ago, when I was just 19. One night, something happened that would ultimately shape my life far more than I could have imagined at the time. I was sitting in my car with my girlfriend, Bella, listening as she confessed to having been unfaithful. To my surprise and confusion, I found myself becoming sexually aroused by what she was telling me. She explained that while I had been out of town, she attended a party, got drunk, and ended up sleeping with three men. I can’t fully explain why, but as she described the details, I felt a deep, almost trembling arousal.

"What are you thinking?" "I want to tell our real story. Not just the facts about Viktor, but our story. How we met, how we fell in love, how we've fought for each other and your family." I squeezed her hands. "Viktor is trying to make you look like a damaged person from a broken family. I want to show the world who you really are." "Rhys, my personal life.."

My delusional self will always try to chip in whenever my friends talk about their boyfriends and I build a well drafted story for myself in a relationship with Rocco ,telling them about my imaginary Rocco and they all fall for it every time, to make matter worse they believe me to the length that they are willing to meet up with him. Bianca come in during my fantasy talk of my imaginary relationship with Rocco during lunch time with my School friends “And that's how it all went” I said while I ate the last mouthful food on the plate “Awwwwn he is so sweet” they all replied leaning forward. “I wished mine his like that as well” Sandra ,one of them mumbled They are all looking at me with an a

She rushed over in a few quick strides and grabbed my shoulders, frantically checking me for injuries. I brushed her hands away, keeping my tone casual. "It's nothing. Just fake blood from the film set." "Oh, thank God. I thought you were actually hurt." She let out a sigh of relief. Then, her gaze sharpened as she noticed the money in my hand. "Where did this come from?" she asked, her voice dropping. "Perry, you didn't steal this, did you?" My heart sank. Suddenly, it felt like I didn't know her at all.

“No… no… I touched myself. I did it all by myself. It was a fucking illusion. Uncle wasn’t here last night, I’m even in my room, not the couch like I had imagined. So nothing happened..” Oh god, I face palm myself. Why can’t I imagine another guy instead of him? Like the handsome guy from my work? Or Noah, the hot guy from my college days? Or those strangers I sex text for work. In case you don’t know, I work as a sex caller, where people call and tell me their fantasy. But uncle kale? Fuck, his hotness was out of this world. He was hands down the sexiest man I have ever seen. Last night… his touch felt so real… so freaking real. I had called him daddy as he made me cum again.

” He said, “Where girl meets boy, girl hates boy. And then by some silly ass miracle, they both love each other at the end of the day.” “First of all,” I pointed at him again. "I enjoy good stories." He looked entirely too pleased with himself. “Secondly,” I folded my arms. "I would like to point out that those stories are completely unrealistic." His eyebrow rose. "Oh?" "Absolutely," I said. "I don't see how that could possibly happen in real life." I was speaking while backing toward a shelf, scanning titles as I browsed through them. Completely unaware of what he was doing.

"Which is why I love him," "It's not human," He laid out the clothes on his bed. "If he's not human, he's not real." "You'll know when you see him today," "No, I'm pretty sure, you just told mom and dad you've been dating this fictitious guy for the past two years and paid the first good-looking guy you found to be your boyfriend for one night," "Well, it's either that or I'm actually dating an amazing guy who isn't fictitious," Serafina stated and got up from the bed. "Now if you'll excuse me, boo, I have to get changed."

“I’ve been with my girlfriend for five years. I worked four jobs to help pay off her debts, but her family’s debt just keeps growing. Today we were supposed to go home together for New Year’s, but she said something happened at the barbecue place and left again. “Sigh… I guess I’ve failed as a boyfriend. I don’t even know when her debts will be paid off. Living on plain buns and pickles every day is just too hard…” As the train started moving, I posted it. I put all the money I had grabbed from Matt’s livestream into boosting it. Wren, those who lie have to swallow a thousand needles. Starting today, you can take your time swallowing them. I won’t be staying to watch.