Worst Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The truth had long since been buried beneath layers of speculation, and now, it seemed, people preferred fiction over fact. Some of the stories were so absurd, so far removed from reality, that I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or rage. One version claimed I had caught Ryker in bed with Alara, his body still tangled with hers, and that I had nearly beaten her to death in a fit of madness. It was ridiculous. If I had ever found him like that, I wouldn’t have wasted my energy on her—he would have been the one I killed. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that I just wanted people to shut up.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

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.

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.

They told her about her login credentials. “I can’t believe you used my second name!” Mea said. She hated Cristy for its phonetic similarity with crispy. She said she felt like a deep-fried nugget when she’s called that. But the immediate reason was that she just wasn’t used to it. She downloaded the Gossip app using the Café’s free wifi. When she logged in, she got confused with the twinkling red circle on her Gossips box. She tapped it and saw tons of accounts, all in men's profile pictures.

My thoughts grew hazy, and both my heart and body stirred restlessly. I locked my eyes helplessly onto the thick, veined length before me. I felt like I might start drooling. At that moment, I hated the fact that I was someone's wife. In fact, I actually wished I was a hooker. Then, I could be shameless enough to shove Katie aside and shout, "You've had enough of him! It's my turn!" I was immersed in my disgraceful fantasy when a low chuckle snapped me back to reality. I looked up and met Stefan's eyes.

she exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "You left your Wattpad account open!" Maria shrugged. One time, Maria asked Aubrey if she could use her laptop since hers was broken. Aubrey totally forgot that she was reading a Jordan Hill fanfiction and Maria ended up seeing Aubrey's secret Wattpad account. Ever since that happened, Maria always teased her about her strong admiration for Jordan. "Does he even know?" Maria smirked. Aubrey's eyes went wide when Maria said that and she quickly shook her head. "Don't you dare think about it!" Aubrey said through gritted teeth. "Are you my best friend or my ultimate torturer?" She groaned digging her head in her hands.

Alice shook out of guilt as she almost shouted at the lady to shut up but it'll look suspicious so she kept her cool. “ What a despicable act of theirs! it shouldn't be, it is better to work and have honour than experience the latter. Most of those relationships don't last”. the first one said in a whisper. “ Speak for yourself madam. These female top stars are scary most times, once they put their mind to it they end up gaining more than the wife”. “ it's so sad that she had to go down like this and she was talented, I don't know why she has to involve herself in scandals like this”.

What I had allowed to happen between us wasn’t just wrong in the eyes of others… it was wrong in mine too. I couldn’t shake the image of Arlene, her laughter, her trust in me as her father. And Laura, her best friend. What would happen if the truth ever surfaced? The betrayal, the hurt… it would be irreversible. I’d not only destroy my daughter’s trust but ruin Laura’s reputation and innocence in the process.

Charish said in frustration. "You are the Class President." I grinned my teeth. "You are the Valedictorian!" she exclaimed. "We don't know that," I replied back, but there was no way I would let Caroline beat me. If it's Zee, I would gladly obey. "Fine, any suggestions about the plot?" Charish retorted, defeated. Yes! Hah! You could never ask me to do that. I hated writing, but if it's love letters for Zee. Why not? Our love story was the only thing I wanted to write.