White Collar Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Not for me. “We had a bet. I said you wouldn’t come. If I won, I was going to propose tomorrow. But you showed up, so I lost. Guess we’re pushing the wedding talk to next year.” Every April Fools’ Day, Wilson Hale helped Chloe Mercer fake a proposal for me.

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 glanced at the screen. *Breaking: Ethan Whitaker’s Downward Spiral – Ex-Wife Lila Voss at Center of New Rumors* I froze, knife mid-slice. The article was from a mid-tier sports-gossip hybrid site that usually stuck to injury updates and contract drama. Today it had teeth.

ELENA DUVAL “Tyler Whitman is a shameless thief and a conniving bastard. I don't know what happened between you both right before he broke off the engagement, you never told me and whenever I asked, you didn't want to talk about it,” Tiffany shifted closer. “But what I do know is that Tyler is a fake. He stole your work and idea, Elena, and now he's living his best life off your work. Over the last two years, Tyler has skyrocketed from being a complete nobody in the industry to the top actor of all time, all thanks to your script being stolen. Remember, the script you wrote two years ago when we were—”

“And I left before he woke up. Thought I’d never see him again. It was supposed to be a one-night stand." Sue leaned in, whisper-shouting, “And now he’s your boss?!” Aurelia covered her face. “Yes! Lucas freaking Winthrop.” Sue whistled under her breath. “Girl, I thought you were going to say you slept with your cousin’s ex or something. This is way hotter.” “Sue!” “I’m serious!” Sue grinned. “You, my friend, are living in a modern-day romance novel. Forbidden love, high fashion, hot CEO? It’s a spicy fan fiction.”

"SO WHAT IF IT HAD COME OUT WITH A BEARD, AND WAS SMOKING A PIPE WHILE HOLDING A FIFTH OF JAMESON! HE WAS A WEE MAN BUT IF WE FOLLOWED HIM TO THE END OF THE RAINBOW THERE COULD HAVE GOLD TALIA! WHO SAYS NO TO GOLD! AND I APOLOGIZED FOR GIVING YOU A CASE OF CLHAMYDIA! HOW LONG WILL YOU DENY ME BECAUSE OF THAT! AND THE WARTS ARE GOING AWAY! COME BACK HOME TO ME! QUIT SHAKING YOUR BUTT IN THIS LITTLE SKIRT FOR MONEY!" Talia's face was beyond red. Never had Collen ever witnessed someone of middle eastern descent burn up this bright. "Are you on drugs!?" Collen didn't respond but gave her a wink. "THERE HE IS!" Security began flooding into the lobby from multiple directions! "Well I'm off, sorry

I whispered, my voice already husky with need. Two maids entered and unchained me. They bathed me gently but thoroughly, their hands lingering on my breasts and between my legs as they washed away the dried cum. They dressed me in a scandalously short black dress that barely covered my ass, with a deep plunging neckline that showed off my tits and no underwear. The thick leather collar with Isabella’s initials remained locked around my throat, and they added silver nipple clamps connected by a thin chain that tugged deliciously with every movement. A small remote-controlled vibrator was slipped inside my pussy, set to low, making me moan softly as it buzzed against my sensitive walls. “You l

Meanwhile, Collins was huddled in the corner of a rustic, frost-rimed cafe, the heater humming as he vented to Isabella over an encrypted line. "Between this mysterious 'Mr. Z,' Tyler Dawson’s sudden appearance, and now Charlie Whitaker... I feel like I'm being circled by a pack of hungry Alphas," I rambled, my breath fogging the window. "Tyler shows up out of nowhere, claims he's a broke scout, yet carries himself like he owns half the rinks in Valeria when he's around you. Then there’s Charlie. He knows damn well that Chloe and I are at each other's throats, yet he’s practically begging to pour credits into my father’s dying firm. I wouldn’t be this paranoid if people were actually scoutin

I stormed out of Daniel’s office building, the cool night air hitting my flushed skin like a slap. My hands were shaking, tears of fury burning in my eyes, but underneath the heartbreak, my body was on fire. The image of Daniel pounding that blonde over his desk refused to leave my mind his thick cock sliding in and out of her, her moans, the wet sounds of their fucking. It made me sick. It also made me so fucking wet I could feel my juices coating my inner thighs as I walked to my car.

But instead of retreating, Chloe forced a sharp, mocking smile. "A woman has been very busy lately, spreading rumors that I cheated on you during our marriage," Chloe said, her voice steady despite the suffocating atmosphere. "She’s telling the world that the great Xavier Grayson is wearing a very large, very green hat." She turned her gaze directly to Blueberry, whose fragile mask was already beginning to crack. "That woman’s name is Wen Bi." The Crack in the Armor