Weirdest Fanfic Novels & Stories

Some people had already made some sick fan art of the whole ordeal, casting a platinum blonde stranger as Eliza. They weren’t even the worst. The worst had to be the fanfics that had seemingly popped up overnight. I only got through the blurb of one before I had to click out of the site, lest I risk permanently damaging my psyche. When I saw all this, I was a little shocked that I was yet to realise that I hadn’t yet received a scolding call from my mother. But then I checked my phone and remembered I had muted all calls and notifications from her, of which there were many.

With that, Kristen turned off the reward function. However, there were still sharp-eyed netizens who found that the top consumer on the fanlist was actually "Woof Aloof." [Hmm, is that true? Is Superior Queenie interacting with the broadcast room viewers?] [No way, are they really good friends in real life?] [Two days ago, I saw a fan write their coupling novel. I didn"t expect that the couple I like is true!] ... Kristen looked at the comments on the bullet screen. She wanted to explain but felt that it was unnecessary. Forget it; let them misunderstand.

" She faked shivered and run her hand through her hair. Katrina snorted and I bit my lip to not smile. Something was certainly going on between Ryan and Mira. I couldn't hold back my smile anymore. But the smile slips from my face when I realize at least they can be open about it seeing as Kaleb never warned Ryan off Mira. I mean, I don't think he did. But if Mira were to find out about Kaleb and I- I swallowed. " It's seriously not what you're thinking. Me and Ryan." She shivered in fake disgust. " I rather kiss a toad." " Then you two will be known as the princess and the frog." Katrina snorted, making Mira scowl at her.

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. "

Jared, a 17-year-old boy, struggles with his forbidden desires for his stepmother, Elena. After a dinner where her presence overwhelms him, he retreats to his room, consumed by fantasies of her. Using lube, he masturbates while imagining Elena in explicit scenarios. ********************************* Jared’s heart pounded as he shut the door to his room, the weight of the evening’s dinner still lingering in his mind. His stepmother, Elena, had been there, her presence a constant, intoxicating distraction.

Seemingly overnight, I received a ton of private messages on one of my social media platforms. They were all from strangers who called me an ingrate and claimed I was a fool—a love-addled fool who didn't know what was good for me. Their insults left me feeling outraged and indignant. Amid my confusion, I saw a video Natasha posted. It turned out that she had been posting videos about me online, claiming I was her love-addled brain dorm mate who dedicated my entire life to my boyfriend.

A wedding? My heart suddenly feels suffocated. I don’t know what comes over me, but I feel like I’m sinking into darkness, heavy with despair. As relieved as I am that Cynthia hasn’t been tortured, the idea of Cynthia marrying a brute like Vikrov is horrible to even picture. And if they haven’t been torturing her this whole time, what have they been doing to her? ‘That should be your wedding,’ my inner wolf Aspen mourns. ‘You think I don’t know that?’ I retorted.

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.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 A month has taken its place, and I finished writing my first ever werewolf tragedy love story. I made it so steamy that he will not reject reading it. I kept getting nightmares about what happened to us in the hotel, and that moment has inspired me to write some scenes in the story.

They spoke softly together, and Adrian occasionally glanced down at her with a patience he rarely showed anyone. Anyone could see they looked like the real couple. But I was supposed to be the real couple. I was Adrian's betrothed, the girl whose engagement had been arranged since childhood. Our first meeting had been when we were both very young, before my mother died. As a child born of vampire and human blood, I was powerful, yet could never fully control that power. My mother never once called me a monster. She would hold me and say gently, "Elena, you just haven't learned to master your gift yet."