Metafiction Stories

(The second volume (WWBA) is now available. Don't forget to check it out!) "Sayori, My Dearest Comet..." ------- Monika thought it was over. She had destroyed her own reality, shattered her world, erased her friends... all to escape a lie that felt too perfect. But now she's back. Aware. Awake. In VM-1 - also known as Doki Doki Literature Club Plus, Side Stories - Monika remembers everything. Every line of corrupted code. Every pain she inflicted. Every illusion of love she once projected onto the only real person she believed existed. She should have been reset. But a glitch brought her back. And this time... something's different. Monika no longer wants to charm. No longer wants to control. She's stuck in a role she doesn't want to play, trapped in a loop of scripted friendship and hollow dialogue. A puppet with self-awareness. So she watches. She stays silent. She smiles-mechanically. But inside, she's fading. Until she looks at her... Finally. And deep within her fractured consciousness, something stirs. Maybe... she still has something left to feel. Maybe... she can still love.

Existence has already ended once. By something that was not even "something" in any ordinary sense. Unseen, unfelt, and forever forgotten. But what comes after absolute nulity? Affirmation. Endless, reasonless affirmation. An overflowing plenitude that refuses silence. After recreating existence, the Plenitude Without Reason chose once more to participate. For participation is the only way to remain as something without becoming everything. From that Will, Anathasia was born. - Kyle. The person she stayed with through everything. The one who remained by her side as she moved through life... and everything beyond it. After college, they continue living together. Nothing really changes on the surface. But at the same time, things are changing. Not just on Earth, but across realities completely separate from the one they've always known. Old resentments begin to surface. Questions start forming. About meaning, about purpose... about what's left when power stops mattering. Now, somewhere between raising daughters and just trying to live normally, they find themselves dealing with things that don't really have simple answers. The consequences of actions taken eons before they even met. The weight of roles they were never meant to fully understand. And beyond even that, The existence of an Original Creator. The Author... trying to move on from controlling everything. How will the Supreme Being herself... and the one who stands beside her... deal with all of this? The mundane. And the things that go far beyond reality itself?

Contains "Mature-r" Themes. This derivative novel serves as a temporary vessel for a Canon-Divergent Conspiracy Series based on The Amazing World of Gumball, created as a divergent reality from the original show. It explores core events such as the Void Conflict, TAWOG's 4th-6th season, set in a different time setting which is a few years ahead from the original continuity, featuring a different main antagonist, which is yet to be revealed. Some chapters take inspiration based on original episodes from the canon, again, it's a divergent timeline. This book will be equivalent to seven volumes with over 200 chapters in total, mimicking the show's episodic pacing, with some connected plots. Also including a book series based off season 7 (TWWWOG), which... Basically sums it up to seven book series. All characters are humanized in a 2.5D combined with an Anime-inspired artstyle, with original, non-canon, and fanon characters introduced. Some of which are speculated based on the original lore. The setting for this divergent timeline is set three years ahead (2014) with some references that may be ahead of its time (say from 2020-current year). The floating timeline isn't applied to TDWOG anymore, which indicates that young characters like Gumball, Darwin, and other peers have now aged up to 13-16 years old, amplifying their personalities in a more grounded setting. Regarding the non-canon/fanon characters introduced, an additional member of the Wattersons added: Clark Watterson. • Appearance: will be featured in the first chapter. • The rest of the Character Designs: to be revealed.

The Moon Goddess, Luna, rules the night from a throne no one could reach, and no one could truly see. She has everything a god could possess, power, beauty, luxury, and wisdom-except one thing she was never meant to want: a life of her own. Every step she takes away from divinity pulls her deeper into consequences the gods will not forgive. For once a god learns to feel like a human, even the heavens may no longer be able to bring her back. "Is it wrong... for an immortal being to want something she was never meant to want?" She lowered her gaze toward the world beneath her, where mortals suffered, laughed, and chose-even when it hurt. "I was given everything," "And yet... I envy those who have less, because they have something I do not." Freedom.

Have you ever wondered what if a superhero, a magical girl, a cartoon, a K-pop idol, a mermaid princess, a space ranger and a holy knight - collide in the real world? The Pangilinan Clan-comprising the Pangilinans, Sevillas, Kennedys, and Agoncillos-spend their summer vacation at Laiya Beach, San Juan, Batangas. Among the cousins are: James (14): a friendly and charming lead vocalist of his boyband, Kaleidoscope. Benjamin (13): a smart and well-behaved science whiz. Michael (11): a hot-headed and brash basketball MVP. Topher (9): a good-natured and adventurous boy scout. Allison (7): a sassy and girly child commercial model. Sophie (4): a sweet and bubbly budding artist. Set in the 2010s, the story begins with a seemingly ordinary family beach outing turned extraordinary when Christopher "Topher" Kennedy III innocently wishes upon a magical shooting star. What follows is an adventure of cosmic proportions: Topher, his cousins, and a newfound friend are drawn into a cave and an enchanted board game, unleashing the mysterious powers of the Seven Luminaries. Three years later, their dormant powers awaken, leading the group-now known as the Seven Acolytes-to the Peregrine spaceship and its robotic crew. Their journey begins with small acts of heroism but soon escalates into a battle for survival. As foretold by the "Seven Days Prophecy," they must confront legendary Greek monsters to defend their world from the Father of Chaos and his sea monster.

"In a city of eight million people, why does the air only feel still on a six-foot strip of concrete?" For Lin Yi, the balcony is an escape. For Zhang Hao, it's a vantage point. They started as silhouettes in the dark-sharing nothing but the glow of the streetlights and a mutual need for silence. They aren't star-crossed lovers; they are just two people exhausted by the noise of the world, finding a rare kind of peace in each other's presence. What starts as a simple nod across the railing evolves into a steady, unspoken partnership. No pressure to be anyone else, no romantic expectations-just the quiet comfort of a neighbor who understands the weight of the city. The Balcony Bond is a tribute to the people who walk alongside us in the dark, proving that sometimes, a platonic connection is the strongest foundation we have.

The Black Parade was never just a performance. A spectator enters the Parade. The ritual notices her. And the story begins to structured in Acts and Scenes, The Cracks in the Black Parade is a descent behind the stage, into the machinery of performance, control, and the moment a narrative stops obeying itself. This is not a retelling. It's what happens when the ritual breaks.

The story should have ended years ago. But it no longer follows what was written. Are they choosing their own paths? Has the story gained a will of its own? Or does love have the power to ruin everything? The progression has already been delayed- again and again. And now, as it begins once more... Will this be the ending that finally sets it right- or the one that breaks it completely?

Jiang Xi was never supposed to feel. He was a fictional detective-sharp-edged, emotionally distant, designed to chase truth, not hold it. I wrote him to be methodical. Detached. I gave him darkness, yes-but not freedom. He was mine. Line by line. Word by word. Until one day, he wasn't.

The devil always collects. And, so does his son. DRAKE Most guys like their dads. Most guys aren't the son of the literal devil. When Daddy Dearest tells me its unseemly for the last living son of the Lord of Hell to be unmarried, I hate to think who he has in mind. Until, I remember I'm technically already married. Yeah, she's human, and I was all of eight at the time. But, still counts. Now I just need to get my wife to Hell for a meet and greet with Pops and send her back home. Except, our marriage won't technically be legit until it's consummated. And I don't kno that I want to send her home... WREN Most girls live normal lives. Most girls aren't married to the devil's son. There is something weirdly familiar about the new guy next door, but I can't place it. Then a weird little demon thing turns up in my room to tell me a prince of Hell wishes for an audience with me. Oh, yeah. And apparently - while I'm not even eighteen yet - he's my husband? So, I find myself stuck in Hell with a husband. And I guess I don't hate it as much as I thought I would. There's always something going on and things to discover. And soon, I don't know that I want to go home. Please be aware that this story uses Australian English spelling and syntax. Not recommended for younger readers due to mature content.

Story of the dragonlord and his knight is loved since Wacott wrote the one and only script two hundred years ago. While her work shall never rust, let us go back a thousand years to see what had really happened in the time of legend -- or as much as a certain curator of Anorus prefectural museum could research. With one keepsake safely hidden till now (or until the last winter-cleaning discovered it) to confront the history we learnt.

I found myself in a motel, in a place where nothing was real. I found someone there, someone that I knew. [Open fanfic inspired by the BTS Music Videos "Boy Meets Evil", "Spring Day", "Young Forever", "I Need U", "Awake", "Blood Sweat & Tears", "Serendipity", "Fake Love" and the Wings series.] (Short chapters.)

He only wanted to finish a stupid romance novel. Instead, he woke up inside it. Now trapped in a painfully cliché story where the sweet self-insert heroine is destined to fall in love with the perfect male lead, Elliot quickly realizes one thing: Everything is unbearably cringe. The dramatic confessions. The accidental tripping into someone's arms. The way the entire world bends itself around Aria Whitmore. He plans to keep his head down, survive the ridiculous plot, and find a way back to the real world. There's just one problem. Lucas Vale keeps looking at him instead. And the more the story tries to force the original romance... the more the script starts to break. Because the male lead was supposed to fall for Aria. Not him. -------------------------- Story Notes / Warnings: • BL (Boy x Boy) Romance • Fluff / Slow Burn • NO Smut • First Kiss included • Lots of physical affection: hand holding, hugs, leaning, comforting touches • Comedy & meta humor about cliché romance tropes • Mild jealousy, light angst, soft emotional tension -------------------------- Author Note: What happens when someone who hates cliché romance gets trapped inside one? Expect lots of fluff, soft moments, and a romance that grows naturally outside the story's control. Follow along for laughs, soft heart-throbs, and moments you'll never forget. ♡ -------------------------- #7 - firstkiss 03/25/2026

Summer Peterson and her best friend Whitney are both pulled into her unfinished script, a romanticized 1932 crime noir. All she wants is to find Whitney and escape, but instead she accidentally becomes the boss of a fledgling syndicate, adopts three loyal misfits, and starts bootlegging modern movies in a rundown theater to get her friend's attention. Unfortunately, her rising fame catches the eye of two dangerous men: Sebastian Lorenzo, the feared mob boss she once dragged unconscious into an abandoned house (long story), and Henry Glover, the city's most upright federal agent, who sees Summer as the key to bringing down every syndicate in town. Both men are drawn to the mysterious "White Tiger Lady." Summer just wants to find her friend and go home. But what happens when the script's villain isn't as heartless as he seems, and the world starts rewriting itself around her? Romantic Comedy / Crime Noir / Meta‑Fiction

An average Wattpad reader winds up in a story―and a sauna. One pair of smoldering eyes and one fire extinguisher later, she has met her male love interest, learned that he's a billionaire mafia werewolf and that she's a millionaire vampire werewolf, and chaos ensues. Will the enemies-to-lovers trope work its magic? Or is she doomed to a failed plot in a story that will forever be left unfinished? Enjoy the insanity. She won't. (But I will complete her story because I'm not that mean of an author.)

------------------------------ "I'm eighteen years old, and I'm currently the most dangerous man in the multiverse. Not because I can destroy galaxies-but because I'm the only person who can make a Witch do the dishes." In the cold, detached void of the 'Meta-World,' they are known as Monsters, Witches, and Hadou Gods. They are the 'Beyond-Gods' of Umineko and Shinza Bansho-entities who view entire universes as flat ink on paper. For thousands of years, they've lived in a cycle of boredom, mockery, and infinite tragedy. But I'm a real human. And I've decided the game is over. Using the 'Golden Truth' of a family's love, I reached into the Singularity and pulled them out of their scripts. Now, the Golden Witch is arguing over the TV remote, the Witch of Miracles is pouting because we ran out of tea, and the Goddess of Twilight just wants a hug before she goes to bed. They think being 'Beyond-Gods' is everything. I'm here to prove that being human-and being a family-is the only power that actually matters. It's chaos. It's meta-fictional madness. And it's the only home we've got. "Welcome to the household where 'Red Truth' is used to argue about who ate the last slice of pizza." ------------------------------

Reality is a narrative, and narratives are just containers for deeper, unknowable truths. But some truths consume the container. There exist entities that are not bound by cause-and-effect, time, or logic. They exist outside the syntax of being. What was once a character, gained self-awareness, eventually escaping their own creator. Their author. Transcending beyond narratives itself, existing within a domain of narrative deconstruction- and beyond. Despite breaking through every possible limit, every possible boundary, what happens when such an entity still yearns for something more? Something even they, even with all the powers that they possessed, couldn't achieve? P.S. Prequel for 272 Days Until. Instantiation of the Apophatic Absolute. Before the Great Collapse.

I read a cliché MM romance novel. I roasted it. I fell asleep. Now I'm inside it. Unfortunately, I'm not the male lead. I'm not the love interest either. I'm a background character with three lines, zero relevance, and a tragic fate if I sneeze near the plot. My plan? ✔ Stay irrelevant ✔ Avoid romance tropes ✔ Complete the system's tasks ✔ Go home The problem? The system is a sassy, unhelpful diva who keeps assigning suspiciously romantic tasks, the male lead will not stop staring at me, and the universe keeps throwing "accidental" skinship, one-bed situations, and emotional bonding moments directly at my face. I refuse to fall in love. I refuse to become important. I refuse to be the love interest. ...So why is the exit option suddenly asking if I'm sure I want to leave? A self-aware, trope-mocking MM romance where the main character does everything in his power not to be loved- and fails anyway. ©COPYRIGHT NOTICE © 2026 Aria Rae. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied, shared, or translated without the author's written permission. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, events, or situations is purely coincidental.

a Held in Hours vignette -a bitter, helpless narrator trapped in their own tragic script #WITWContest

Nine friends. All excels in different fields of education. Branded as the role models of the campus that embodied perfection. Who would think that they kept a deep and dark secret?