Weirdest Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Cara says, and smile, because I read it, loved it. "Sinner Consumed and Sinner Condemed was my favorite." Danielle says, crossing her legs. "I mean, who wouldn't like Rafael Viscounti." I grin. "I think Gabe and Wren story would be the best, my favorite color is morally grey." Violet winks and we laugh. "Read it twice." I admit and Cara gasps. "You can't, you'll get addicted." "Too late for that." Dee says and I laugh. "There's this boy at work, you'd be perfect for each other." I say to her, and she frowns.

“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.”

Then, to top that off, my baby daddy was a werewolf, which also meant that my baby was too. His best friend slept with me last night, and then he ate me out while my husband jacked off to the sound. Oh, and Finn is sort of a stalker. “Is any of this real?” I whispered out loud. “What do you mean?” Azure pulled out a chair before gathering an entire table worth of Danishes. “I feel like I’m being pranked or something right now,” I looked into his gray eyes before catching Finn’s green one’s just off to the right. “Do either of you want to pinch me?”

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

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.

I crossed to her side in a couple of strides and held her shoulders. "I'll sort this out. I promise," I said. "There's nothing to sort out here. Everything is ruined. They all keep coming at me. I feel so embarassed. Your fans are blaming me for hiding the truth from you all this while. They said I hid my family background just to marry you because of your wealth. I do not like this kind of exposure for my family. What if people find out about Max? How am I ever going to find those guys that led him into a coma?" she cried. I could not think of anything to console her. I felt it was just best for her to let it out. I wrapped my arms around her and my shirt got wet in a few minutes. After she

The way his tongue licked every juice, and for his d*ck made more juice pump out. It was everything I’d dreamed of and more. Every night, I had gone to bed, desiring him. But beneath the euphoria, a nagging thought lingered. Arlene. My best friend. She’d be furious if she finds out. Hell, she might never forgive me. She’d never understand how much I was in love with her dad, and how badly I wanted him. To her, it was betrayal but for me, it was a dream come true. I bit my lip and shook my head. I’ll deal with that later. Right now, all I cared about was how good Jackson made me feel and how deeply I’d fallen for him.

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.

My laptop screen lit up into the dimness of my dorm room as I typed the same words again and again in the search bar: longing, physical ache, connection, bond, supernatural symptoms. I half expect nonsense, fanfiction, folklore, bullshit paranormal blogs. But the more I read, the more a horrifying pattern emerges. Werewolves, bonds and mates. The words burnt into my eyes like fire. It was simply ridiculous, I mean, I did not even believe in that kind of thing.

Her imagination had been so wild it often shocked her, and the worse part, she had begun to write it all down. Many times, she would dream about them together not just having sex, but of them being a couple. Fantasies of them getting married and having kids together. But most of all, it was the sexual fantasies. She wrote down every detail in her imaginations, and not even Chloe, her best friend since middle school, knew about this side of her. It was Elias's crazy, dirty little secret. And by now, Elias had a large jotter which was almost filled with her fantasies of Kaelen, and she was looking to get a new book very soon because she was very sure her mind was gonna think up even more dirty