Weirdest Fanfictions Novels & Stories

The onlookers once again became excited as they gossiped. ‘Why is the top fan staying up so late? Is he really here crazily liking all posts about Harmonia?’ ‘Although he is verified on Twitter, every single one of his posts is about Harmonia, including the likes. This is such a beautiful love story!’ ‘Hey, ladies, the top fan also liked posts about the young lover with silver hair. Could it be that he is also shipping the relationship between Harmonia and the young lover with silver hair?’ FMYL especially replied affirmatively to this comment: ‘Yes.’

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.

The name of this town was not helping but she had to trust Nana's judgement. Nana had always wanted Kehlani to write a fantasy fiction. She was a great fan of fantasy fiction and this was something Kehlani could never understand. Why an Old woman would love to read about unrealistic things like Vampires, Werewolves, Elves, and other creatures that could be depicted in those gory novels what what she could never understand. Weren't the older ones more inclined to reality?

Before I can answer, her friend Maya beats me to it. "Well, I think it's both. And there's nothing wrong with it since you don't share blood relation." She shrugs. "I've been reading a novel about such relationships, and I completely love the story between Brian and Nila. The title is Forbidden desire by author Muse. It gives an in that it's more than just forbidden situations, besides, we werewolves can't choose who our mate is, there's no way i would give up on a once in a lifetime thing like that."

Bridget laughed evilly, clearly enjoying what was happening to her poor friend. "I bet she'd have kiss marks all over," Ivy added more to the naughty discussion. Ivy and Bridget giggled at the thought, they really had the wildest imagination of all. This was probably due to the fact that these two were both fans of Love Love Me: Intense Romance, a popular novel site where handsome, possessive characters usually had a deep and intense love for their beloved and caged them with their undying love for the other through intense physical activities. Definitely, they were intended for adult audiences. "I'm just worried they'd fight because of us," Dianne, the most rational among the group, looked

Laura The next day was our field trip in school, and I’d been really looking forward to the art projects and classes that would be held. However, I couldn’t go because I was still in shock and hadn’t gotten over the trauma. Moreover, after so many years of missing my crush and wishing I could see him one more time, I don’t think I’m ready to leave his side anytime soon. I just want to be around him always and thankfully, I have the perfect excuse to have my wish.

“Tell me every dirty fantasy you’ve had about me. I want to hear how you moaned my name alone in your room while you fucked yourself with your fingers, pretending they were mine.” The embarrassment burned, but the pleasure made me bold. “I… I imagined you pulling me backstage after every concert,” I panted, my hips grinding desperately against his hand. “Bending me over your dressing room table… fucking me hard while the fans outside were still screaming your name. Imagining you coming inside me… marking me… making me yours so no one else could ever have me.”

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

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.