Weirdest Fanfic Novels & Stories

weird guy : I seen so many people like you me : I too seen so many people but never seen such a weird person like you weird guy : whom you called weird do you know who iam me : if you only don't know about yourself how can I know about you so sad I pity you weird guy : I hate people like you me : do you think I love you weird guy : who knows me : may be in your dreams I will become nun instead of loving someone like you weird guy : very great I may love a monkey better than loving someone like you me : yeah it's right only monkey can handle your weird behaviour you both will be made for eachother weird guy : you are such a arrogant the one unlucky fellow who will marry you will elope with hi

Only, they had woken up in the exact position they were in… with the monster still before them. A/N: Hi guys, I am back. And we have three more chapters for the week to go, yay! I just wanted to shine some light on my F* group, Rara's Ebooks for those on F******k who are interested. I'll be really glad if you join as that'll be a means to interact with one another and share your thoughts with me on WAST. On another note, I opened a space for character art in the reviews below, but they're also available in the fanart chapter as well.

Another one suggested. I looked at the girl with anger. How dare she tried to make a fool out of me after getting a chance to have sex with me, the number one person in the pack? It was a good thing everyone knew that werewolf males could not impregnate anyone other than their mates, or she would have framed me for impregnating her.

Imagine I even feel his touch when I am asleep. This man has done some black magic on me I am telling you! It's been weeks but still, he is everywhere. In my class, in my dreams, in the canteen and even in my washroom!! Yes, these crazy fangirls have pasted a big poster of his in our girl's common washroom. Like really there is a limit to his fandom. The girls are behaving weird I mean I was used to getting that weird looks from boys but now even girls look at me like I have murdered someone.

I take a deep breath and walk in front of him, making him lock eyes with me. “Not today”, I whisper, and his eyes move from mine to Paul. I can see his brows furrow. And I can almost tell what he is thinking. I pull Alec to our table, and his parents join us to celebrate our fake wedding day. I could almost swear that he was real to him. I wish it were, and I hope he would think like that at least, because I feel myself falling head over heels for him. I think my heart is being shattered every time he says this is fake, that he only wants my body.

“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!”

She’s probably going to make it look like an accident, she’ll strangle me in the shower, make me have a tragic fall down the stairs, have a mysterious peanut allergy that was definitely never there before. And Felix's father? He is going to lose his mind. The Future Alpha, found in a compromising situation with his stepsister? That’s not just a scandal. That’s pack suicide. I press my face into my knees, trying to muffle the sounds I'm making. I sound like a dying walrus. A very pathetic, sexually-active dying walrus. "Soren?" I look up, my vision blurred with tears. Indie, Jazz and Kyle are there, looking like they just saw a massacre.

On the same bed. In the same house. And Mom had known. Mom had waited. Mom had been watching. The whole time. The ceiling fan light blinked once. Just once. Like a wink. Like a promise. We weren’t just lovers anymore. We were prisoners. And the cell was the bed we’d just defiled. Again.

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”

And I… was apparently mated to his son? What kind of fucked-up, forbidden romance trope was this? Seriously, if my life had been a book, I would’ve thrown it across the room. This was the kind of thing you saw in those overly dramatic romance novels—where fate had a twisted sense of humor, throwing two people together just to watch them suffer. I turned onto my side, trying to shake the thought. Werewolves were weird. Mates? Destined partners? soul bonds? It all felt too surreal, too fantastical to be real. Yet, here I was, stuck in the middle of it like some kind of tragic heroine.