Worst Fanfiction Novels & Stories

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

"What does that mean?" "I would be the worst wife!" I blurt out. "I suck at everything, Lana! I suck at being a girlfriend! That's why Brandon cheated with a better woman! I suck at being a wife! My marriage is literally fake! The only way I can make a man marry me is if he wants to make his ex jealous! I suck at being a secretary! I literally quit within less than two months! I suck at being a daughter! I literally cut off my entire family for a foolish boy! And I suck at being a mom! It took my baby ten weeks to figure that out! So no! I don't want Damien to marry me for real! I would be the worst wife!"

By the time Chloe's brain finally gave up, the table looked worse than it had an hour earlier. Books were spread open in different directions, loose papers stacked over each other, and three pens had somehow rolled all the way to Damian's side of the living room without either of us noticing. Chloe dropped her head onto one of her notebooks with a groan. "I'm done," she said. "If I look at one more formula tonight, I'll actually lose the will to live."

Successfully deceiving him was my only way of seeing my pup again soon. I gave him what was supposed to be a coy smile, and since he smiled in return, it must have worked. Why did the Queen of Hell not write a book called Flirting for Dummies as the sequel of her bestselling work, Mates for Dummies? It would really help. Maybe the third book could be Revenge for Dummies. That would surely sell a lot in Hell.

“They don’t always bite. Sometimes they touch. Sometimes they make you beg.” “They get stronger the more you want them. If they feed too much, it can change you.” Her throat went dry. She scrolled down to the comments. It was a storm of sarcasm and mockery: “Is this Twilight fanfic?” “Girl, get off Tumblr.” “Anything for likes these days, smh.” “Vampires feed on sexual desire? Tell him to come suck me dry 😏 lol” “Another delusional weirdo.” “You really need therapy, not a blog.”

“I’ve been with my girlfriend for five years. I worked four jobs to help pay off her debts, but her family’s debt just keeps growing. Today we were supposed to go home together for New Year’s, but she said something happened at the barbecue place and left again. “Sigh… I guess I’ve failed as a boyfriend. I don’t even know when her debts will be paid off. Living on plain buns and pickles every day is just too hard…” As the train started moving, I posted it. I put all the money I had grabbed from Matt’s livestream into boosting it. Wren, those who lie have to swallow a thousand needles. Starting today, you can take your time swallowing them. I won’t be staying to watch.

Then he discovered her fanfictions: wild, smutty, and detailed enough to keep him hard for days. Finding her suddenly in his private spa had been surreal. He'd stepped in just wanting to give her an unforgettable experience as thanks… but things escalated fast. She was bold, naughty, and shockingly still a virgin. The moment his fingers entered her walls, she was so tight... so wet. He wanted to take her right there and then, but the stakes were too high. At the peak of his career, one scandal with a fan, especially his biggest fanfic writer could destroy everything. Still… he couldn’t resist giving her that orgasm.

One from a story about a guy I had never even talked to but had seen at a party once. The comments were split. Some people defending the quality of the writing. Others condemning me for writing sexual content as a minor. "This is actually good writing," one comment read. "Problematic subject matter but undeniably skilled prose." "She is SEVENTEEN," another comment responded. "This is not okay regardless of how well written it is." "Plenty of teenage girls write fanfiction like this," someone else argued. "She just had the bad luck of having hers leaked." "Fanfiction about fictional characters is different than writing about real people at your school," another person countered. "That crosses

I crossed to her side in a couple of strides and held her shoulders. "I'll sort this out. I promise," I said. "There's nothing to sort out here. Everything is ruined. They all keep coming at me. I feel so embarassed. Your fans are blaming me for hiding the truth from you all this while. They said I hid my family background just to marry you because of your wealth. I do not like this kind of exposure for my family. What if people find out about Max? How am I ever going to find those guys that led him into a coma?" she cried. I could not think of anything to console her. I felt it was just best for her to let it out. I wrapped my arms around her and my shirt got wet in a few minutes. After she