Www Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Well, you know that you’re the one that he fantasizes about. That’s why he wouldn’t look at you.” Daniela smiled. “I know.” I stared at her, surprised. “And here I thought you were all innocent. Have you been doing something you shouldn’t be, Berni?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m a teenage girl. I read. Romance novels, fanfiction. If it’s got smut, I’m there.” I raised an eyebrow. “What about porn?” Daniela made a face. “No. Porn’s too awkward. I need a little fantasy. I can’t just watch stuff like that, you know.”

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

I scroll through their very raunchy and promiscuous conversations before finding a thread that really catches my attention. #1 fan 11/13 1:14 am From #1 fan: Are you kidding me right now? From #1 fan: You really want to end what we have after everything?!

“And you knew that prior to saying I Do!” “May I ask what made you fall for him?” Shit, the last thing I wanted to think about was my past with that ass! I pushed the glasses further up, hoping it would really stop anymore tears. “Other than those big blue eyes or golden blonde locks?” “You read the fan fiction?” “I’ve read a couple. It’s hilarious to me. I get out a kick of how many ways they kill me off. Or rather, killed me off.”

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It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

She'd been teasing me for the last half hour, torturing me while telling my mother all about herself. I'd listened with growing disbelief as Shelly invented an entire life, adding imaginary details on the fly, and Mom had eaten it up. So far as she was concerned, her only son was dating a college graduate. She rented a loft in the Village, kept a cat named Mr. Tibbs, and worked as a stenographer for a prominent law firm. Shelly made up family members as she needed them, regaled my mom with unhappy stories about ex-boyfriends, and expressed her desire to get married and start a family. A big one, she claimed, which was music to Mother's ears.

Lila Voss. The name had stopped him cold. It matched the girl his PA had looked into after he stumbled across a dedicated anonymous fan page years ago. She had always defended him fiercely during controversies, always believed in him when others left. She was constant and loyal with her engagement and support to him and that intrigued him. For the first time, someone gave him real strength during his darkest days. He always looked forward to her posts without even realizing it. Then he discovered her fanfictions: wild, smutty, and detailed enough to keep him hard for days.

Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules. What fantasy do you have? Comment on it, and you might be lucky enough to get your story chosen.

“This sounds like something I want to hear about. C'mon, spill.” “Well, it could happen,” Julia said. “I told you that stuff in the astral plane can affect the real world sometimes.” “This was in the dream world, not the astral.” Julia shrugged, an ineffectual action over the phone. “Shit happens,” she said. “You have unusual talent, be careful with it. I'd imagine if you can create the marks on her body, you can also fix them in the dream and she won't have them when she wakes up.”