Weirdest Fanfic Novels & Stories

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.

He left with his friend Goofy, and I stood there, sipping my water, trying to calm the heat in my body. Later, up in my room, I grabbed my phone and hit record, needing to vent. "Hey," I said, my voice shaky. "Er, just wanted to wake up. Now that I'm missing you," I groaned, the pain hitting me fresh. "And I also just met Haiden, he's even worse than we thought. And Mum laid down all these skimpy gowns for this family dinner party like it's my society debut. Anyway, er, love you. Spea...k soo... soon. Ahhhh!" I cried out, the tears coming hard. Why does it have to be Tyla? My best friend, it shouldn't have been her.

I am certain that we share not just the same look, but the same feeling of confusion. “You’ve seen it?” Reidar asks. “We’ve…” Shaking my head, I let out a long breath. “There is no way for me to explain this without sounding crazy. We’ve been having shared visions of a woman with a mark that is…” I look back at Magnus and he nods in understanding. This time, I don’t even have to say anything in our weird link. He pulls his shirt off and I do the same, turning so that they can see our marks.

“I love black holes.” I squirmed in my seat. “What are you doing?” I looked around. We were near the back of the planetarium with no one around them, but we were still in public. When I felt Kai’s hand slide inside my pants, his fingers finding my wet folds, I let out a hiss. I gripped the armrests as he slipped up and down my slit. “Kai, we shouldn’t do this. Not here.”

Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned the fantasies part. She wiggled her eyebrows, completely unaware that Magnus was listening intently, his fingers barely twitching against his thigh now. The pack around them held their collective breath, waiting for some reaction. Any reaction. "I used to write the most ridiculous fan fiction," Cathy continued, completely unselfconscious. "Edward and Bella? More like Edward and my imagination. I bet he'd be way less interesting in real life. Probably would just brood and play piano all day. At least werewolves seem like they know how to have fun. Do you guys have epic pack parties? I'm imagining full moon dance-offs or something."

I whispered. "I heard from Jonas that the fan war started because Amethyst's fans called Heidi a mistress, a snake, and a jealous bitch," she giggled. "Champagne problems. They just can’t sit on their thrones, sip champagne, watch a white firework show, and get a facial." I gave her a side glance, catching the edge of her crude humor. “Why are you so serious?” she asked, frowning at me. “I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you’ve been really quiet and always spacing out for a week now.”

“Sounds like someone had a very vivid imagination.” I flip another page, throat dry. The sketches are crude but explicit. Lines of charcoal showing an omega tied, blindfolded, his Alpha above him with blood smeared across both their chests. My pulse kicks. “It’s not just imagination. She wrote this like she saw it. Or… lived it.” His eyes flick over the page, then to my face. He smirks, that infuriating curl of mouth that says he thinks I’m ridiculous. “It’s just superstitious fantasies, Eli. Don’t tell me you believe this.”

Another laugh escaped me, and the tension that had been gripping my chest and neck all evening loosened slightly. FELIX: What is it with you and these comparisons? And yes, apparently, I am the weirdest one in Whitmore High. There was no need to explain further…it was a matter of time before she’d choose to abandon me for the bandwagon of Elias’ crazed fans; everyone always did NOVELLWARRIOR: I’m an eighteen-year-old girl obsessed with morally grey male leads and crazy five-hundred-year-old fictional male beings….of course, I’m a bit quirky.

As usual, all the students are looking at us, mostly looking at Cream or the others, no one ever really looks at me or maybe I can't see it because I'm always looking at the floor but all of a sudden when Coco suddenly turns and says "Ah, Caramel!" I jump a little, Cream's hand being the only thing holding in me place as I say "Y-Yeah?" He's carrying up his phone "A fanfiction about us both is ranking number one in fanfic on W*****d!" A visible cringe shows on my face as I say "U-Us?" Chocolate turns around completely, now walking backwards as he says "Yep! Me and you! Yeah, yeah, I know I can't like kiss you or whatever but in this book, you really like sex! Which isn't a lie, you literally

"Ahh.Will.William! " A few blissful minutes later "Ugh. I'm gross. I need a shower ." Cassie said, staring up at the ceiling. Next to her, a rather proud historian was slipping back in bed after making a naked beer run to the kitchen."Aww.. look at my little Twinkie!" "What...are you talking about? How am I a Twinkie?" Cassie glanced sideways at her boyfriend. Why did Will have to come up with random weird pet names? "cause you are golden and cream filled." He grinned wolfishly and was too proud of himself for the crude pun.