Real Person Fic Novels & Stories

I would be in a loveless marriage to this man for three years. “If you won’t fall for each other, by then, and if Mad’s image is restored, then you both decide.” Alessia shrugged, as if faking relationships was her job. “All you have to do is convince people that you’re into each other. It’s not that hard. Vysper has already created your story.” “I don’t want her story.” I looked at them. “I want our own. I’m terrible at lying. I can’t fake it. If you wanna convince the internet, I want it to be organic as it can be.”

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. REMEMBER: The world of fiction where the characters of my story reside is void of realities of HIV and STI. In the real world where we live in, HIV and STIs exist. The story is merely an escape from that world, so that I can release my subconcious, which is full of crazy and messy sex fantasies. The scenes in this story should never be recreated in real life. Guys, never ever attempt barebacking, rape or other unsafe sex ac

he pointed at me like I’d just confessed to arson, “—you fucked Professor Wells in front of your ex-girlfriend. On purpose.” “I didn’t say on purpose!” I hissed, eyes darting around to make sure no innocent freshman was within earshot. “It wasn’t like that!” “Oh my God,” Alex said, staring at me like I had just kicked a puppy in front of a church. “This is wilder than any of the books I read. And I read smut with dragons and alpha billionaires. You’re telling me your real life has surpassed Wicked Games of the Alpha Chancellor?” “On God,” Riley said, smacking her gum. “This is so much better than p**n.”

“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.

Made to be our perfect little family home, especially now we have the family on the way. Who would have thought it. The crazy, fiery little she-wolf that came crashing into my life while I was busy trying to avoid every sense of my reality whilst in college would be the one to bring me crashing down to earth with a bang and bring me everything I needed to complete my life? Who needed a fated mate? Sometimes destiny brings you what you need in other ways. And, the fake mate I had for a short time became my everything, and I wouldn’t change her for the world… with her by my side, anything seemed possible.

She had been very confused by Wrick and Myra’s strange behavior. Sia contemplated for a minute if she should tell her the whole truth. She was dying to share everything with someone, but at the same time, she didn’t want to risk her life. Choosing a middle path, she said, “I saw more dreams.” “More dreams, that is it.” “Hmmm….about that green-eyed man.” “Do you think he is real, Sia?” “I don’t know. He seems too good to be real.” “Hmm…” Mia’s pager lit up with a message distracting us from the conversation.

The truth had long since been buried beneath layers of speculation, and now, it seemed, people preferred fiction over fact. Some of the stories were so absurd, so far removed from reality, that I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or rage. One version claimed I had caught Ryker in bed with Alara, his body still tangled with hers, and that I had nearly beaten her to death in a fit of madness. It was ridiculous. If I had ever found him like that, I wouldn’t have wasted my energy on her—he would have been the one I killed. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that I just wanted people to shut up.

Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or to actual events, is purely coincidental. This story is meant for entertainment. It’s not based on anyone’s personal life or experiences. I decided to include this note because I know how easily people connect fiction to reality, and I’d rather say it upfront. The goal here is just to tell a story. Nothing more, nothing less. Thank you again for giving this a chance. Whether you read one chapter or stay till the end, I appreciate you being here. I’m learning, improving, and building this story in real time, and having even one reader who sticks around makes it worth it.

she said sarcastically. "Alright, Alright, talk to RM," Her friend said and Rhea let out a long breath. "Where do I start from?" "Well you could try at the beginning," RM said, stating the obvious. And so she told RM about the guy she met at the club, the handsome one with the lean, long physique, the one that she had her very first one night stand with, the second guy that she had slept with, the one that turned out to have a fiancée, or so she thought.

"This whole damn city is buzzing about you and some mystery man!" I squinted at the screen. Sure enough, the gossip blogs were plastered with blurry pics - me being carried from the club by a shirtless, muscular figure. My stomach dropped as flashes of memory returned... Chris saving me. Him unzipping my dress. The tantalizing I*******m post. "Oh god..." I sank onto the sofa, mortified. "I never meant to..." "Never meant to WHAT exactly?" Lilly demanded. "Give the vultures more meat to gnaw on your personal life?"