Weirdest Fanfic Novels & Stories

He can see who they are and how they enjoy it. "cissh.. You guys are so embarrassing it seems like I'm no longer thirsty after seeing two people who enjoy each other's activities, even you just did the same thing to me was Maxime Alatas but it seems like your brain is really insane feel no problem after doing it with the child of your lover" Wilona POV

It turned into a real grim reaper; it was not a costume but a real deal. “You warned and watched me, I bet you knew that I had the book of Soleira. Explain it in a manner that we can understand. Are we a character from a book and this world is actually a fantasy the writer created?” He thought if his assumption is correct, then it proves that the weird whirlwind story of their hatred-romance are all the author's cruel fantasy.

she said We exchanged numbers and promised to call each other, we chatted on. After some few minutes, some people came into the room and Alice downs was included. Can this day get any better. Alice down and Jenny Wilson are my idols but am crushing on only Jenny. They stared at me awkwardly and Jenny introduced me to them. A woman and man shouted at her, I felt for her. Jenny POV Mum and dad shouted for trying what I did, I admit it was stupid. But I made a good friend through it. Have stood up and was about leaving.

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

Layla wears an off-the-shoulder top so her neck is fully exposed. A wet tongue takes a walk around her neck. The feeling of itching and cold makes the hair on their body straighten. Puffy breathing combined with sharp teeth at no time did not remind her that she was being crushed by a wild beast on the ground. If this world doesn't exist werewolves, this is definitely a scene from a horror movie. Species girl the weak man is preparing to be eaten alive by the wild beast.

His fingers moved faster, dipping lower to tease my entrance before returning to my clit, driving me higher and higher with merciless precision. “So fucking wet for me already,” he murmured against my mouth, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “My perfect, loyal fan… dripping just from my touch. You’ve been fantasizing about this for years, haven’t you? About me fingering you backstage like a desperate little slut for your idol.”

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Oh yeah, I forgot there are many other beautiful stories written by me, Mafia and billionaire - Destiny Rebirth and Love - Rebirth of love Fated mates and rejection - His unwanted mate, His unwanted human mate. Please try giving them a read as well and I am sure you will love them. With love, Author Sree.

"Patience, Sam. I'll come over to see you right away." Once she finished speaking, she rushed out the door without even sparing a glance at me. Not long after, Roxanne changed her WhatsApp profile picture from a photo of us to one of her and Samuel on the Ferris wheel, their hands forming a heart sign together. Samuel did the same. They both updated their WhatsApp status to say, "I heard that the wish you make at the highest point of the Ferris wheel will always come true." By comparison, I looked like the clown who was trying to get between them.

Was he fucking with me? It felt like he was fucking with me right now. Of all the people on this planet, Kathryn? Had I stepped into an alternate reality? Did I accidentally walk through a portal this morning? There was no way this was real. Victor and Kathryn were oil and water. Fire and gasoline. An argument waiting to happen. And now he was talking about marriage? This was insanity. Complete, unfiltered insanity. I needed a drink. Or a nap. Or both. Preferably not in that order.

“Girl, legendary musicians have reacted to his covers saying he outdid them! And you’re calling him okay?” “Okay… I guess he is a great singer.” I muttered, trying to sound casual, though my heart was screaming. She flopped onto the bed, kicking her legs like a teenager in love. “I’m so crazy about him. But ugh, I hate how fast our fanbase is growing. More crazy fangirls to compete with.” I forced a weak laugh. “That’s why,” she continued dramatically, “I got obsessed with Mystery BL fanfics.” My brows furrowed.