Weird Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Logan wasn't the kind of guy who liked to read if nothing was interesting, and one could conclude that the dark green-bound mythological book Logan was reading must have caught his attention. Xander then read the book, the 15th page and the new chapter with the title. 'ILLUSION OF THE MYSTERIOUS', Xander frowned. The chapter tells that there are many mystics on earth, humans also do not live alone. Many creatures unknown to humans live together on planet earth. Likewise with the different strengths of every creature on this earth. Some of the aliens are strong, they can even create illusions. It's as if we've experienced it before. But in fact we are still in a few minutes before the inciden

Something has changed. I don’t know how or really even when exactly, but writing and reading my fanfic isn’t doing it for me anymore. It used to be everything, all I needed, what I lived for, and obsessed over in my limited free time but now it’s not enough. I read the words, and expect to get hot and bothered and ready to touch myself as usual, and the need just isn’t there. It’s not that it doesn’t turn me on, it’s just not as exciting. What I’m now obsessed with is having Bryce and Wyatt in real life.

Alfi exclaimed upset. “Cut the crap! Get outta here!” Alfi, Koji, and Rian were kicked out from SEES. “Ah crap, I have to join another club.” Koji sighed. “Not to mention that the clubs here are boring. If only they have a literature club here.” Rian added. “Huh? Did you say ‘literature"? You like writing?” Alfi asked. “Yup. I am writing 3 novels on my personal blog.” Rian replied.

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Can it be. I laughed at what my ridiculous mind is thinking. First, it thought my mother was a werewolf. Second, it's confuse whether me and my twin's a werewolf. And third, assuming that I'm an alpha's mate. Oh jeez, this is just funny. "Uhm, Why are you laughing? "Only now did I realize he has his one brow lifted up as he look at me confusingly. "Oh, it's because of my mind. It kept thinking weird stuffs. "

Then he fell into dead silence again. Celeste was bewildered. This was not the Jeremy she knew. "You are not abducted by the aliens, are you? Speak the code if you're not." Since werewolves were real, why wouldn't the aliens be? Celeste was in no position to question the existence of other mysterious creatures. Jeremy cackled. "I'm fine, Cel. Just leave me for the shower. And to address your concerns, WOOFWOOF." "Copy that. See you at dinner, Woof Jeremy!" Celeste giggled.

We watched the rain fall outside, and it was therapeutic, filling me with a sense of calmness, and joy. “Now there’s only one more thing I need.” I said, watching Sadie and Jude scream as they played dress up, jumping over chairs and tables. “What’s that? Let’s get it done.” “I want to turn Sadie and Jude’s fanfic into reality.” “You want to put the story out into the world?” He asked, curiously.

Abigail and her friend, Lana, sat on the plush sofa in the living room, laughing as they chatted. "Girl, it's funny, but fan pages are annoying," Lana complained as she continued scrolling through her phone. "I don't know. I like some of my fan pages," Abigail shrugged. "Oh, not until someone gets scammed by one of those fake profiles claiming to be Abigail Hathaway," Lana pointed out. "Well, I can live with that. The real issue is the blogs and their bullshit. I found one talking about my ass expecting a baby with a secret lover-who is a married man."

Its name is 'What if A prodigy got reincarnated as a prince'. Please add this to your library and vote if you like it.//

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.