White Collar Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

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I glanced at the drafted headline that labeled Emma as a mentally unstable woman who had suffered a psychological collapse during her pregnancy seven years ago, and my jaw tightened with an immediate, dangerous fury because Vera’s handwriting was all over the attached witness affidavit. "Mr. Zander, my contacts at the media conglomerate just flagged this article because a shady journalist named Marcus was about to push the submit button on their digital platform to publish it before the noon market updates," Mark whispered quietly in my ear, his breath shallow as he watched my expression turn completely frozen. "Vera Williams sold her personal diamond bracelets to a local pawn shop this morn

Spit poured out, running down my chin. “That’s right,” Millie whispered against my ass, her breath hot entering my asshole, sending shivers everywhere. “You’ll take my husband and his best friend’s cocks.” Two huge black cocks? My head spun as shame burned my edges, but my pussy was soaked, aching to be filled.

And through the open bedroom door—the bed. Cassandra is there. On top of a man Damian has never met. Dark hair, younger, lean body currently pinned beneath Damian's wife as she moves with the kind of abandon she's never shown in their marriage bed. Viktor Kozlov. Trust fund. No job. No value. They haven't noticed the door. Too lost in each other. In pleasure Cassandra clearly finds with someone else. Somewhere else. In a suite she books under a fake name while her husband signs merger documents and builds empires.

And once I did, every single one of them came apart like cheap fabric. One guy had been quietly involved in a corporate espionage scandal over a fifteen-thousand-dollar pen. A pen. Another woman ran a so-called “motivational retreat” that somehow ended with multiple lawsuits about goat therapy. And the last candidate of the day seemed like a normal, respectable man until I found his private blog claiming billionaires live in underwater cities. By the end of it, I was done. I came home, dropped my phone on the table, and decided I wanted something different tonight. Something I could control. Something that didn’t irritate me. That’s when I pulled up Velvet’s page.

⚠️ Trigger Warning: This chapter contains stalking, obsession, and emotional manipulation. No sexual content, but it’s psychologically dark and tension-heavy. ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This chapter contains stalking, obsession, and gaslighting. No sexual content, but it features psychological manipulation and emotional distress. It started small..just with Yumi sending him messages after class. At first, they were about photography. She wanted to “understand his art,” to talk about framing and light and emotion. But as the days blurred, her texts became softer, more personal.

**Any chapters beyond this point are mini-novellas about the friend group pairs. I thank every one of you for reading my novel. If you’re interested in the following pairs, read on. If not, I hope you'll return to read The Billionaire's Little Brother, which will be released in August 2025. Morgan & Dutton Kimmy & Dante Paul & Madison Tiff & Samuel Morgan and Dutton Dutton’s POV

“To her. To both of us. I don’t know. It’s blurry.” Delilah lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, great. Now you’re starring in your own fanfiction.” “It’s not funny.” “It’s hilarious. You need a therapist. Or a priest.” “I’ve been reading these books, okay? The kind where the guy is dangerous and obsessive and completely wrong, but the girl still falls for him because he sees all of her. And I keep imagining Professor Montelli with his hand in my hair and his mouth at my throat and—”

"And if you ran away, Arthur would have won. I had to keep you in the story until the paintings were finished." "So it’s all just a game to you," I said. I pulled my hands back. "The Blackwoods, the Calloways... you’re all just playing with people's lives like they’re toys. You bury a scandal, you buy a student, you burn a house. It never stops, does it?" "It stops when I’m the one in control," Caspian said. "When Helena is gone and Arthur is in jail, I can change the rules." "You won't change them," I said. I looked at the yellow papers on the counter. "You'll just make the burying part more quiet. You’re not a whistleblower, Caspian. You’re just a better mechanic for the machine."