Weird Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

I scroll through their very raunchy and promiscuous conversations before finding a thread that really catches my attention. #1 fan 11/13 1:14 am From #1 fan: Are you kidding me right now? From #1 fan: You really want to end what we have after everything?!

She scrolled through new edits of Kai —sweaty stage shots, the way his shirt clung to his body dancing, that intense stare. She liked a few, then went over to the comments under her latest fanfic post. Fans were going wild. “Kai is so wild in this chapter omg I bet he’s a beast in bed 😩” “Someone please give me one night with him, I’d let him ruin me” “The way he eats her out… he’s definitely that freaky irl” Lila smirked, a secret thrill running through her. She typed a quick comment: “Trust me… he’s even better in real life than you can imagine 🔥”

and it was only day two! Just a reminder, this isn't fanfiction. i used elements from a few shows I've been watching recently for inspiration but that's about it. So, please bear that in mind if you are about to comment ''This is clearly a ''*****'' fan fiction. It isn't. New chapter coming soon!

It's finally here! Finding Us, formerly known as ‘Crazy About Boys | Finding The One’ when it was originally written on Wattpad, is a New Adult Fiction novel, which is a subgenre of Romance. Since there isn't a New Adult Fiction tag, I'm forced to use the Romance tag. However, there isn't much of a difference, except the aforementioned explains the book better.

It is a free world. I'm writing this as someone who if he has to find himself in this position will act on. Thank you to all my readers, I appreciate it. I don't know when I will write the next one but the title will be TAMING THE WEIRD FEELING. If in case you feel like talking to someone, I am available, most especially if it has to deal with same-sex attraction. MY F******K ID: Komolafe Olamide Israel My nickname is Prof Israel. Don't forget to drop your comments, most especially what you anticipate for the sequel.

One from a story about a guy I had never even talked to but had seen at a party once. The comments were split. Some people defending the quality of the writing. Others condemning me for writing sexual content as a minor. "This is actually good writing," one comment read. "Problematic subject matter but undeniably skilled prose." "She is SEVENTEEN," another comment responded. "This is not okay regardless of how well written it is." "Plenty of teenage girls write fanfiction like this," someone else argued. "She just had the bad luck of having hers leaked." "Fanfiction about fictional characters is different than writing about real people at your school," another person countered. "That crosses

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

“I dinna kidnap ye. I doona mean harm tae ye.” Her accent was so Scottish and he loved it. Was she from way up north? Highlands? "If this is not a kidnap, what is it?" And why did she call him Fenris? They thought he was Fenris. So they kidnapped him thinking he was Fenris. This was getting interesting. Suddenly a thought left him feeling worse. Did this girl have interest in his assistant? Now even Fenris was added to his list of getting ripped apart in pieces. She continued, “I— I—” she gulped. “In fact I am your biggest fan!” she blurted. Then she fluttered her eyes over that pale face of hers. “I admire you a lot!”