Sick Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Lisa—” “I mean, come on,” she continued, rolling onto her stomach. “You’re staying in his estate, he’s taking care of you, you both had sex, even though you both refuse to talk about it, he personally checks on you—like, what is this? A W*****d fanfic?” I scoffed. “It’s not like that.” Lisa hummed, unconvinced. “Mhm. Right. So if I ask you what happened recently, you’d say…?”

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

My room fucking looked like a paradise whenever the lights were on. Apart from one major socket; that was the only white light I had in the room. Sophia turned that on immediately, and she realized what we were doing. “What are you guys doing?” she asked, seeming to be too shocked to speak. She walked towards Treasure. The latter had dropped the dildo on the couch while Sophia grabbed her by her shirt. “You are cheating again.” My mind grabbed that like glue. What did she mean by Treasure was cheating again? Were these two dating under my nose, and I had no fucking idea?

Caleb keeps on entertaining his fans which are ninety-five percent female, or maybe he doesn't care enough to get me. “Are you okay, ma’am?” A security guard grabs the door and lends me a hand. I blink back tears and force a smile. “Yeah, thanks.” I don't take his hand, cautious not to create juicy headlines for hungry blogs. ‘A GUARD SAVES THE KNIGHT’S GIRL! FAME-DRUNK HARPER WON’T LEAVE CALEB EVEN IF HE TREATS HER LIKE TRASH!’ Or worse still; CALEB ABANDONS HIS GIRLFRIEND FOR HIS FANS. HAS HE REALLY BEEN SHITTY?!’

Reality sucks! I groan both from irritation and frustration, I rubbed my eyes from the sun entering my room. Where's my Prince charming? ''No don't go,come back and kiss me ,come back and kiss me damn it,"I shouted angrily to no one in particular. My best friend gave me a crazy look ,like I have finally lost it and she's one step away from calling a mental institution to take me. "Sam who are you talking to? ,don't tell me it one of those your stupid dream of your night in shining armour coming to rescue you from your evil sister ,"I ignored her statement feeling embarrassed knowing full well she was right.

“And you knew that prior to saying I Do!” “May I ask what made you fall for him?” Shit, the last thing I wanted to think about was my past with that ass! I pushed the glasses further up, hoping it would really stop anymore tears. “Other than those big blue eyes or golden blonde locks?” “You read the fan fiction?” “I’ve read a couple. It’s hilarious to me. I get out a kick of how many ways they kill me off. Or rather, killed me off.”

They will rape Nadya in their minds. I am Nadya's husband. Only I can enjoy her beauty. After that, they will make Nadya as character of (y/n) in an erotic fanfiction on Pattpad. I've seen fanfiction they made about me, and it's disgusting. "Erwin, look. You are trending in switter."

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

Alicent’s POV They say it is normal for a person to have some fantasies in their own mind. But I don’t know if this also applies to my fantasy. I was sixteen when I had my first boyfriend. He was cute and charming. Everything seemed perfect but we didn’t last. He was my first in everything. My first kiss, first date, and first fuck. It was a good experience, though. He is somehow a good fucker and he satisfied me. The bad part of it? It awakened something in me that should’ve just kept sleeping.

His grip on my hip bordering on painful. Oops. The big bad alpha was angry. “No, yes, I mean…” “Princess.” “I read, okay? As in romance with dark themes. This isn’t really that crazy. Now obviously that’s fiction, and this is reality, but… dub-con is one of my kinks.” “Dub-con?”