White Collar Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“This should never have seen daylight.” Kevin raises both hands. “Sir… it’s everywhere. Japan, Thailand, Brazil—K-Drama fans have adopted you as their ‘Cold CEO Suffering From Love Sickness™.’ There are edits. Montages. Fanfiction. One girl drew you as a werewolf.” Ethan blinks. “A werewolf.” “She made you cry sparkly tears.” “I’m going to vomit.” But none of that is the real problem. Because something else is trending too. Something darker.

I rushed forward and grabbed her wrist, trying to rip that disgusting collar off her neck. "Have you lost your mind? That’s Jackson! The same creep who spies on me and makes filthy jokes about you! Weren’t you the one who hated him the most? Did he threaten you?" Even staring straight at this, part of me still searched for an excuse for her. I would rather believe she was being forced than accept that the woman I had loved for three years, whom I thought was untouchable, was, at her core, drawn to this. Smack!

“What happened to you?” “You’re asking what happened to me after college? Well, I got a condo in L.A, joined a charity group, and tried to turn my life around…” Elena trailed off, and then her shoulders slumped. “I…lost my money” Cassia gasped as her chest tightened with an old, unwanted ache. They had been inseparable once, giggling through orchestra rehearsals, sharing vodka disguised in water bottles, and Elena had a trust fund with more money than she could ever spend.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

I know that this conversation is going nowhere, and that she probably wants to defend her straight Fanfic, and her characters with no chemistry. — They make a beautiful couple. Kanya is perfect for Will, she comes from a noble family, practically a princess, and my son will be the CEO of our companies, in the future a marriage between them seems inevitable, and... I can't imagine something like that, it's impossible. This Fanfic of hers is doomed to be a nice, big, flop. — This story would be perfect if the future CEO liked a woman, but I think you know he likes a man, don't you?

Victor growled lowly, his voice a gravelly, bedroom-rough purr that vibrated straight through her skin. "I... I was just getting up," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly under the sheer weight of his intense, predatory gaze. Victor didn't reply. Instead, his dark eyes drifted down her body, taking in the sight of her wearing his shirt. The fabric was parted at the top, exposing her pale collarbones, and the hem had risen significantly, leaving her long, creamy legs completely bare. The physical awareness between them rushed back into the room, thick, suffocating, and incredibly heated.