Weirdest Fanfictions Novels & Stories

"Tell me the craziest thing a fan has ever done." "Well, that came out of nowhere." I chuckled, grateful for the distraction. As I turned to pull her into my lap, she straddled me, her dark hair kissing her chin and shoulders, taunting the living hell out of me. "Let's see, the craziest thing was when a fan broke into my trailer and stole just my jeans and black boxers, nothing else."

"I'm sorry, I wasn't--I-I'm pretty sure that'll really lead us to the wrong path." We stayed quiet for a minute, I remembered how to breathe but I couldn't calm my heart down. "So what's the craziest a fan has done?" She asked me, breaking the silence, "I know for a fact you have a lot of fans and they all crazy about you, did you know I got a letter from someone ordering me to be your girlfriend again after your last album was released, I got it here somewhere."

she said between giggles, “don’t ruin the fantasy. The entire school thinks you’ve got this secret hot older boyfriend who’s obsessed with you. You could own the halls right now if you just played along.” Yeah, no. I’m not playing along to THAT rumor. “Nope. Not doing that. That’s weird as fuck thing to say, Kiara” Liam leaned against a nearby locker, resting his chin on his palm like a gossip columnist savoring drama. “Kiara’s right. People are obsessed. You’re basically living out a fanfic everyone wishes was theirs. Do you know how many people are jealous of you right now?” I stared at both of them, completely dumbfounded.

"At first, people were trashing you. Then, that same night, a writer posted a fanfic about you and Joel." Her voice dropped. "They called him a possessive puppy and you a ruthless queen."

I heard muffled chattering , Raven glared at everyone and they were shushed. “First one is writing the story. It is about making an album about love. I know it’s been anticipated a lot from Mr. Kian to write about love. According to my maths,” he showed a slide showing statistical data, “ ninety people who are fans of Mr.Calloway have written fanfics about him. It means they fantasise about Mr.Kian being in love, and if we use this, I can say, there are more than ninety percent success rate of the album. Even if it is on a lower budget.” he was right. I looked at Raven, he looked at me with an expression that said that he was somewhat convinced of it.

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

They all gasp, expressing their disgust before collectively bursting into ridiculous and loud laughter at the sheer stupidity of it. “Can you imagine Brady leaving a whole Anika for some Hailey girl in glasses? Jock and nerd? Only seen those types in movies but now I have seen it in reality, maybe I have a chance at the cheerleader and the fantasy character, you know?” Chloe jokes and they all laugh. “You read too much YA fantasy books Chloe. Someday, maybe a werewolf or human dragon hybrid will come carry you off to a far country in the west.” They laugh again while Chloe fakes a contented sigh.

From when I had taken Lord Fenrik’s cock into my mouth. “Goddess!” I screamed, as I fully remembered what had occurred under the blistering moonlight. My hand fiercely on my face as I writhed not in shame, but in a wicked delight. A part of me loved it. It had been a long time since anyone had made me explode with an intense oragsm, not even Derek came close. “Maera!” He called this time, his voice ejecting me out of my fantasy. I turned my head reluctantly to his direction, eyes questionable as to why he was pestering my peace.

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.

“It’s a damn curse. And somehow, I got stuck with the lunatic version.” He stood up, stretching like he’d just finished a successful round of emotional sabotage. “You know, people online think you’re gay,” he said. “You’re always with me, never seen with a woman. Fanfics about us are all over the place.” I gave him a blank stare. “Because I don’t need chaos in my life. Let them write what they want.” He let out a dramatic laugh. “Well, I care. Some of those stories had me worried I’d violated you in your sleep.”