Weird Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Everyone has stories they don't read out loud. Xxxxxxxxx Important I want to tell a thing to you guys... It's really important for me.. I started writing because of BTS.. I joined W*****d because of them to read their fanfic... They are my inspiration to write... I previously mentioned them on my story and there were many people who were army and I made friends with them... But there were few who was commenting hate for them.

My entire body tensed as I watched her move in ways that no doubt had one purpose only… to drive me insane. I exhaled sharply, my mind at war with itself for some minutes before I cursed under my breath, finally pressing delete before my body could react any further. Stacey was playing a game she had no chance of winning. She thinks she can lure me in… can she though?

’ And beneath it all, lists of chapters already uploaded, which are now surely being devoured by millions of its eager readers. I steady my breath as I click on the first chapter, my pulse quickening as the words fill the screen before me. My familiar simple prose is there, just like how I wrote my fan-fiction when I was in High School, which isn’t even close to that of Author Agness’ amazing one, echoing my own experiences, my own memories. The first chapter starts with me arriving at the Moonlit Book Cafe and meeting Author Agness. So, that’s it! The moment I stepped into that cafe, I was already casted under the spell of that witch!

Kata laments and its my time to burst out laughing. " Don't remind me how awful everything ended when we tried that shit." I remind her and she chuckles. At some point in life when craziness was part of our daily dose, kata and I tried a threesome. The result was us walking away unsatisfied and embarrassed. It was the first and the last time I have ever done such thing. " But I would have enjoyed a threesome with the two of you. Imagine the fun and how sore our pussies would have been." Kata exclaims, clasping her hands together and I just roll my eyes.

"But what was that about punishment and stuff?" I sighed and took my time to explain everything to the Beta. As I narrated the whole ordeal, the man just kept nodding his head. The moment I was done, however, he hissed as if he got stung by a scorpion's venomous bite. "What the hell kind of a woman did the moon goddess mate you to?" He hissed on my behalf. "A human? A human?" He spat out repeatedly. "This must be a cruel joke!" Exactly! I supported in my mind, happy to finally have someone who mirrored my thoughts.

The only problem was that they weren't interested in me. I had the unfortunate designation of being a wild child throughout my childhood and into my teens, and I was indeed wild. I was also the complete opposite of the stereotypical female fantasy of a tall, dark stranger. I wasn't an honors student, and I wasn't the captain of the football team - I was just a regular, short-ish blond guy. And so, I fell back on my imagination and did such silly things in my spare time as daydreaming and writing stories about them, which was complete and utter silliness. I knew there was simply no possibility of ever getting lucky with any of the many objects of my desire.

“Wow.” “What?” “It's just,” I shook my head, “surreal. I have read and watched all of your existence, but they are very very certain to let us know that you guys are all fake and just fiction,” I wheezed. “Please, fiction,” she rolled her eyes. “Like humans could ever think of something so great. Seriously, most of the ideas come from higher demons that you know, either made a deal with a human and sold out or one that is probably in the industry.”

I beamed and faced him again with a wide smile. "What? What Egg—" "That's what I called my readers, duh!" A soft laugh made its way from my mouth as I jokingly punched the stranger in his left arm. "And why would you call your readers Egg Cells?" "You don't like it? Does the fandom named 'Cums' really sound better?" I held my chin and ignored him choking on his own saliva. Good thing he regained himself and slowly faced my direction. "You're weird." Oh, coming from a man who dressed like he was from Hueco Mundo.

The text under the image scrolled like captions: ROUND 3: CARNIVAL. AUTHOR STRAIN: MODERATE. PLAYER LOSS: ACCEPTABLE. I snapped the book shut. The image folded in on itself and vanished. “These are… logs,” I said. “Narratives, the way *it* tells them.” “Correction,” SML said, pulling a volume labeled GAME CITY – MINI-GAMES from the shelf and flipping it open. “It’s fanfic. Bad fanfic. Look at this.” We leaned in.

The invitation arrived in a plain black envelope, no return address, slipped under her apartment door like a secret. Inside: a single heavy card, embossed in silver. Velvet Rope Society Saturday, 11 p.m. One night. One rule: everything is consensual. Bring only your desire. Lila had heard whispers about the club—exclusive, hidden somewhere beneath the city, a place where the wealthy and the wicked gathered to buy and sell pleasure. She’d always told herself it was myth. Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling.