Romans & histoires Worst Fanfiction Ever

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

She couldn't even cry, her body felt too tired for that and even more tired when she thought about telling King of what she had done. You don't have to tell him, a voice whispered. She collapsed on her bed. What if she never got the chance to decide? ******** As Joan fell asleep beside sleeping Alistair and Charlene went on in her dream world, the hospital room of King Johannson loitered with shadows again and the empty room soon had its main occupant back. Hello to all readers of False Bestfriends (F.B). I really appreciate y'all even if i do not update as much as i'd like to.

What exactly was going on? Ugh, I shake the thought from my head because it made no difference now. Getting together with Reid as his fake girlfriend might have been the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. Why didn’t anyone try to stop me? Getting involved with him like that has proved to be the biggest mistake of my life. So much for “I’ll never fall for an asshole like Reid Grayson.”

“Is he your bodyguard or what? All muscular and scary.” “He’s everything you are not,” I shot back. “He was kind enough to bring me here when your mistress pushed me and my elbow was bleeding—yet you took her to the hospital even when you saw the blood on my elbow.” “Uh… it’s—” Greg faltered. “But that’s still no excuse to cheat. Come on, Sylvia, you’re a good woman. Don’t let small moments ruin you.” “No wonder they say good people suffer the most”. “What?” he barked.

—I knew this was it. Our forever. THE END! Here is the list of my masterpieces; ~ The Mafia’s Plaything: His To Ruin. ~ Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee. ~ Bound By His Rules: MM Steamy Compilation. ~ The Omega’s Revenge Harem: A Dark MMMM Erotica Tale. (Available only on GOODNOVEL.)

Never Again 🌷 “Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.” Lisa Kleypas ~•~ •X A V I E R• Would you call it bad luck or the worst timing, if you end up working with the same person you spent five years hating?

he explained and that was the most bizarre thing I have ever heard in my life “That makes it better doesn't it?” He shrugged I stared into the distance trying to take it all in, I just had a full-on meltdown thinking I was about to lose my baby the whole time everyone thinks I am a cheating scum that had her a child with someone else while being married. It sounded very dystopian and it made no damn sense. I didn’t know how I was supposed to react to it. Does that automatically make it better? It didn’t feel that way at all.

What sort of ugly fate do I have? Every life that I come across just withers away. First my parents, now my innocent child. I feel like the worst person to ever exist. How could I not protect my child? The only one that would share a blood with me and stand by me until the world ends. Something burned furiously inside me, from the distance I can hear my name being called. The ground spinned under me. my life played out in front of my eyes and all I can see is a dark endless hole ready to swallow me. My legs crossed each other and I fell too the ground. My fingers clawed at the grass, pulling it violently.

scorching. Women were dancing and walking around naked while men were emptying their pockets... Some just kissed each other full on the lips while others made love... no, fucked on the chairs, the couches and even in the hallways. It was pure bestiality. Even though she saw this scene every weekend, she still felt uncomfortable in her thong. At first, she preferred to retreat to a quiet place so she wouldn't succumb to temptation. However, she wanted to know what it felt like to have sex, to fuck like crazy, to get plastered, to get high but... not like this! She had never known a man in her life and she had just turned 24, 3 months ago...

“What do you mean?” “I’m offering to help you, Savannah,” Cassian said, a small, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’ve got rumors starting already. Look”, he showed her his group chat where his someone just sent a screenshot of the latest post made on the schools confession site. ‘Savannah Hart, the epitome of perfection is nothing but a slut. She cheated on her boyfriend by sleeping with a hot straight A dud to get herself straight As’