Sick Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Jenny got cut off by Selena “OH dear god, please stop whatever you were thinking of saying” Selena exclaimed “Oh come on Selena...you have never had such fantasies? Sex is boring without fantasy. Don't you ever yearned for a change?” One of the other girls said “I don't have fantasies– I don't need a change because I never had sex. Excuse me but I have to go” Selena tried to get up but the girls pulled her back down. She landed with an impact on the ground.

Clucking her tongue, Freya popped another cookie into her mouth, "Who the hell am I kidding? I see you all the time. Tv, magazines, books. Hell, you're like fucking Mariah Carey or something. Only, you're a doctor" Sre sipped her coffee, "It's a good thing to me". "No, it's not. Stop working too hard. Get a penis in your vagina. You're too tight". Me or my pussy? ~•~ "What the fuck, Sreya", Luna said as she greeted Sre with the customary side cheek pecks. "I hate you for looking amazing". Sreya rolled her eyes. "This is why you have no friends", Luna finished. "Trash-talk but you're classy so I forgive you".

"No that's not what I meant and you know it. You wouldn't fall in love with him for his money, but you are so into your career. How will he feel about that?" "I'll still be able to write, but I think the writing I do will change. I thought I might give fiction a shot. Urban fantasy is very big right now. I thought I'd give vampires and werewolves a try." Amy thought Brian would choke on his food. "You've got to be kidding me; you would write that junk?" "That 'junk' as you call it sells really well and also, I read that junk. I'm not sure exactly what I'll write and plan to take a while to decide. I'll never stop writing, so I need to find a subject that holds my interest."

She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.” "That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled. "So I expect you to do a good job."

He was a transmigrator from another world, and I was nothing more than his target. I stared at his fake, affectionate face. At that moment, only one thought remained in my mind. Seven days later, at our wedding, I was going to run away. I was going to make him fail his mission. I wanted him dead! The next second, the hospital room door was pushed open. My best friend, Tiffany Dunn, rushed to my bedside, her eyes slightly red. “Oh my God, Summer, how did you get hurt this badly… Those men, did they…”

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??

" ************** OMG its over AHHHHH.... I really did cry this time. Anyway I love them so much and I will miss them so much. But I am writing another book in this next chapter titled: SISTERS DESIRE, and you guys should really goo check it out. Its a fictional story that involves incest, but it is not an incest only story. It focuses on Harem Lit. All characters involved in sexual activities of any kind are eighteen years or older. None of these events are real, no matter how badly we may want them to be. (Sucks doesn't it) Please rate and comment. Enjoy. and I think its really interesting.

Her chest felt tight, like she couldn’t breathe until she was far away from him. She’d met Sam through Sebastian, Claire’s husband. Since she and Claire were inseparable, she’d gotten close to Sam too. But what started as a secret fling quickly turned into something darker. Sam’s demands—especially in bed—grew stranger, more controlling. At first, Kate thought it was exciting. But slowly, guilt began to eat her alive. She felt dirty. Unwanted. And now she finally had the courage to end it. She couldn’t let him keep dragging her down.

Each time, I stood there like a f*cking idiot, left holding my guilt and my hard-on memories. And don’t even get me started on Anthony. Every time he called me “bro” or slapped my back or laughed at one of my lame jokes, it felt like being stabbed with a butter knife—slow, dull, but cutting deep. This was my guy, my best friend, and I had let his girl consume me, yet I hated myself just enough to still want her. ***** Mr. Finnick was just about to dive into another two-hour torture session when something tapped my desk. I looked down to see a crumpled piece of paper. That wasn’t unusual, Anthony and I passed notes all the time during class.

Someday, I will be your undoing, you will beg for my touch, and every kiss will be as empty as your heart, leaving you desperate and unfulfilled, until every thought leads back to one person. Me. Yours Wickedly, Sierra. Unable to contain myself, I screamed into my pillow until my cheeks flushed bright pink. I can't believe I wrote that. It's a good thing, because he'll never read it. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a number. “You've reached the FBI's private hotline,” the automated voice spoke. “Who do you wish to speak with?” No matter what happens, I was going to be the reason Don Dante Spinelli's empire burned.