Sick Fanfic Novels & Stories

LiamFan1: “You mean that rough looking girl or whatever she is? Sandra: “Exactly! Don’t you think it’s strange? Liam doesn’t act like himself anymore. She’s manipulating him, I just know it.” LiamFan2: “OMG, are you saying she’s using witchcraft or something?!” Sandra smirked, encouraged by their responses. Ridiculous as it sounded, her jealousy twisted her perception, making the most absurd notions seem plausible. Sandra: “I wouldn’t put it past her. She’s nothing special, yet Liam’s been keeping her around. It doesn’t make any sense unless she’s casting some kind of spell on him.” The chat erupted in responses as the fans debated Sandra’s theory, some hesitant, others eager to believe. Fue

he commanded. I don’t know why I was listening to him, but I moved forward with my palms sweating. There is something about his tone that urged my legs to move towards him. “Suck it, “ he said . “What”?. “Suck it!. you disrupted my fun now you have to finish it. “You said you were gay and in love with me right?”So prove it ,make me come.” I swallowed, my breathing coming out quick. fuck!! What was I going to do? I wasn’t gay I didn’t know the first thing about sucking a man or shit like that .

I winked. “I don’t want to kiss you. If I did, I would’ve already.” “I dreamed you were going to kiss me…” I sighed, leaning against the doorframe, blocking his path. “Only in your dreams would that happen.” “Well, it didn’t… because it was my dream, so we did more than that: we fucked.” “Crazy, unhinged, and sick.” “Lack of sex is bad for your health. I read about it the other day.” “That’s why I’m healthy and you’re sick.”

“You couldn’t remember the name Harry, but you could remember Zayn? I’m impressed. Next you’re going to tell me you’re writing One Direction fanfiction.” I stared at her. “How can you write fanfiction about real people?” “Oh, you sweet summer child.” She was laughing maniacally as she began typing into her phone. “It’s the Internet. Haven’t you heard of rule thirty-four?” I shook my head. I regretted going down this rabbit hole already. “You can find any kind of porn on the Internet. Duh.” Niamh cackled. “There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.”

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“Be honest with me, little Sophia. Did you even hurt yourself at all or did you fake that whole dramatic fall just to get my hands on this wet little cunt of yours like this.” I moaned again louder, this time my head falling back against the pillow, my back arching so my tits pushed up toward him as his fingers pressed firmer against my throbbing clit, rubbing fast little circles that made my legs shake uncontrollably. “I… I waited all fucking day for you to show up in class Doctor Voss. I’ve been fantasizing about you for months every single night and every Thursday I sit in that front row with my panties soaked thinking about your big strong hands and that deep voice telling me what to do.

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

"When I heard that Mable wanted to break up with me, I couldn't accept it in that moment, and I lost control of my emotions. That's why I…" He paused before continuing with difficulty, "I did something so unforgivable to you. It's all my fault. You can hit me or yell at me—I deserve it." On his face was the picture of sincere remorse, but inside, he was thinking, "How troublesome. It was just one night, so why is she looking like she's about to burst into tears? Although… she wasn't half bad." A surge of anger rose in me. As expected, they were all cut from the same cloth! My younger sister, Mable Munroe, faked her illness to scam money, and her boyfriend, Kyle, faked being poor and disabled

So long medusa, I wave, again and she walks back to her car. I am free, I dance happily in my head. Free at last. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hiiii loves, where are my Cardi and Nicki fans at? I just wanted to add some spice to the story by bringing in that convo and hopefully spark some funny reactions as well. I love both artist, I think they are both unique and special in their own way. I hope you enjoyed this chapter too. Don't forget to vote, comment and share with you friends. Your author, WAADU.