Weirdest Fanfictions Novels & Stories

Abigail and her friend, Lana, sat on the plush sofa in the living room, laughing as they chatted. "Girl, it's funny, but fan pages are annoying," Lana complained as she continued scrolling through her phone. "I don't know. I like some of my fan pages," Abigail shrugged. "Oh, not until someone gets scammed by one of those fake profiles claiming to be Abigail Hathaway," Lana pointed out. "Well, I can live with that. The real issue is the blogs and their bullshit. I found one talking about my ass expecting a baby with a secret lover-who is a married man."

Since the mysterious mastermind liked to spread rumors and create trouble, he would keep deleting all the posts that appeared. However, news on the internet could not be curbed simply by deleting the posts. It would continue to be posted even after being deleted. Moreover, they were not just deleting posts, they were also deleting some of the ridiculous fan fiction. In those books, Hilda had been painted as the world's greatest villain.

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.

If I said it was about work, he’d punish me for lying. And the worst part? He was going to enjoy every single second of it. I could already feel the punishment coming — his hand in my hair, his cock down my throat, or worse… making me watch while he finally fucked Ciara without letting me join. My mouth opened, but no words came out. Chris just waited, smiling like a predator who already knew he’d won. And God help me… some sick, twisted part of me was already getting wet for whatever he was about to do.

Later, I changed the sheets to gray. Sophia kept talking, unaware. "So if your fiance couldn't even handle pink sheets, maybe he didn't love you enough." The cup burned my fingers. I almost dropped it. I tried to smile. "Maybe he didn't." The room went quiet. Sophia looked confused, but Luca's voice turned cold before she could ask. "Or maybe he came back and found out the woman waiting for him hadn't waited at all." My breath caught. Sophia frowned. "Luca, what does that mean?"

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

Books are oxygen for the literate. For me, there's no other way to breathe. Breathing comes naturally to living organisms. For a nerd with a perfect attendance record and zero friends, air fills my lungs, and words fill my head. I like filling my head with facts, opinions, and fanfiction. There's nothing better than reading Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fanfics on a Friday night.

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.

Immediately I say this, the room goes very quiet. I can still hear the clink of bottles, and the shifting of bodies on the couch, but no one is laughing anymore. Why though, it was a dare they gave me----- "Tell your deepest fantasy." Why are they all so quiet now? This is embarrassing. “I…” I try to chuckle, but it comes out as a strangled sound. "It's... just a fantasy.” Still no one says anything in reply and just stare at me awkwardly. Finally, my best friend clears her throat, "Okay... who's up for the next dare?"

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