Real Person Fic Novels & Stories

“He’s really good in bed. Like… dangerously good. Like ruin-you-for-other-men good.” Tia cackled so loud Jasmine had to muffle the phone with a pillow. “I cannot believe you! Miss ‘I’m just going to have a chill summer’ ended up getting railed by her brother’s firefighter best friend! Girl, you’ve been living in a whole fanfiction this whole time!”

The audience cheered and clapped their hands excitedly. "Oh look, it's Reala," Jai pointed. Ruhan and Oki laughed at Jai's childish vibe. "People were fantasizing on Relii, Jai, and you're attracted to Reala," Darrion commented. "Well it will be weird if I fantasize another man such as myself. It's better to fantasize over a bird, people will think twice and there will be no thoughts leading to anything." Darrion smiled smugly, "I fantasize myself. That isn't negative."

Let them get to know The Real Me. Which is one of the reasons that I worry for him, because why would anyone want to go out with The Real Me? The Real Me doesn’t have a glass of sparkling water between every alcoholic drink, has never read anything by Hemingway, hardly ever washes her make-up brushes and doesn’t help out at a centre for the homeless each weekend. That, obviously, is not the Me on show tonight as I prepare to meet Rich, whom I encountered last week at a networking event in Leeds. Even allowing for the fact that most of our conversation was about PR strategies for professional services, the chemistry was electrifying.

Every glance, every accidental brush of skin, every quiet word in the hallway made it impossible to deny the truth: Alexander Cole was as real as he was impossible. And I was falling.

PRESENT-DAY Constantine woke up when he heard some noise nearby. He wandered his eyes and saw a girl in a bathrobe. “Hi baby, did I wake you up?”, the girl asked flirtily. He stood up and grab his clothes. “Why are you still here?”, he asked coldly. The girl put the tray of food on the table near the bed and hugged Constantine from the back. “You don’t want me here?” Constantine took away her hands. “I don’t. I told you to leave early in the morning. Yet, you’re still here.” The girl felt ashamed and hurt by what she heard. Constantine stared at the girl who was frozen where she was standing. “You know me. I don’t usually wake up with a girl on my bed. I have work today, I didn’t know you st

I hate the fact that I have to pose like a blood slave, but if Nathanael wants to hide our relationship for some reason, who am I to judge? I haven’t even come out to my family yet. Gasping, I get the two women to look at me questioningly. Oh, my…relationship! I muffle my giggle as I bite into my brownie, grinning at Eleandra. “Sorry, it’s the calories pumping my dopamine.” Gilda laughs while Eleandra leans forward, squinting her eyes at me. “Are you fully human?” “Born and raised.” I puff my chest, proudly, and while Gilda cracks up, Eleandra reacts with an ‘ugh’.

I ended up contacting her directly and set up a meeting. At first, Cecilia hesitated, clearly afraid to see me. I didn't give her the chance to avoid me—I laid everything out over the phone. "If you don't see me, I'll just tell Charlie all your secrets." "Don't bluff," she said warily. "I'm not. You've got too many secrets for that to work," I replied confidently. "You've worked the nightclubs, lied to Charlie about having leukemia, and you're not even having his baby."

“I told him I’m not looking for anything serious.” Mirabel rolled her eyes. “You’re never looking for anything serious. You’re looking for a fictional man with perfect dialogue and a ten-inch—” “Mirabel!” She laughed, loud enough that the barista glanced over. “What? I’m right. You read those books like they’re oxygen.” “They’re better than reality,” I muttered. She softened a little, reached across to squeeze my wrist. “You deserve real, babe. Someone who looks at you like you hung the moon. Not just… fictional abs.”

“Gwen! You can’t do this to me! I’m your fiancé!” I crossed my arms, watching him with a faint smirk. “Not anymore.” “You… you’re trying to drive me to my death!” he shouted, his face contorted with rage. I scoffed. “I’m not driving you anywhere. You’re the one who dug your own grave.” From the envy of everyone as the supposed “son-in-law of a real estate mogul,” Asher plummeted to nothing more than a penniless nobody. As for Sophia, without Asher to fund her lifestyle, she returned to her previous job as a real estate saleswoman.

Better yet, I wouldn't think I'd sleep with him, knowing all our interactions and flirting in public are fake. But now the lines smear beyond recognition, unable to be redrawn. I don't even know what's fake or real anymore. Except the way he smiled, laughed and allowed me to open up to him today in the barn... That was real and nearly lifted my heart from my ribcage. I'd never seen him so free. A rare glimpse into such a complicated man. The living room seems so small. I bite my lip as I take another step and avoid his intense gaze, looking down at the ground. Until you're on your knees crawling on the edge of an orgasm.