1000 True Fans Novels & Stories

She realized that he had already lost five million fans on Weibo. In the short period that she scrolled through the hot topics, the number had already reached five million. Josh’s fans were different from other idols’ fans… Other idols would purchase fake fans to make themselves appear popular. However, Josh’s fans were all genuine fans. The company had never bought a single fan for Josh. What did losing five million fans mean? This was an inestimable loss. “You’ve already lost five million followers…” Annabeth added. Josh was still calm. “Yeah, as expected…”

“I thought rape fantasy really turns you on, does it?” She gulped down the drink to avoid answer. “One question only, now it’s my turn. How many girls have you been with? Like serious relationship?” I shrug. “Four. One high school sweetheart, dated three in college. Most of my relationships last more than half a year.” “Really? Half a year?” “Yeah, you don’t believe it?” “I thought you are a toxic F boy or something.” “If you know me enough you will know that I have grown up in a loving family and therefore cultivate an extremely healthy idea of relationship.”

Gossip session at the cafe in an hour? It was my friends, the other die-hard fans. They were just as obsessed as I was, swooning over his every word. I was certain we weren't his only fan club. With over a million followers on every platform, he had a legion of admirers. But the thought of sharing my excitement with them sent a delightful flutter through my chest.

The only difference that set us apart was the fact that I pursued him for five long years. I was just about to leave when I received a text message from Julian. "I'll be waiting for your 100th proposal tomorrow." I smiled faintly before blocking his number and deleting every last trace of him from my contacts. After bidding all my colleagues goodbye, I left the company with my suitcase in hand and headed straight for the airport. ... The next day, Julian kept his word and appeared at city hall in a sleek suit.

Tiana happily replied, but within seconds, her greed reared its ugly head again. "Wait a minute. Sammy, you snake, why would you agree to give me five million dollars just like that? Did you land yourself a rich man? Or did you take all the money from Harv's company? Either way, five million dollars is too little! Give me ten million dollars, and I'll destroy those videos!" Her outrageous demand infuriated me. "Don't push your luck, Tiana! If things get out of hand, you won't be walking away unscathed either! I'll only give you eight million dollars at most, and it's none of your business where the money's coming from.

Norman, who was sitting in the backseat, said with an obviously annoyed expression. Autumn smiled. “You’re right, Mr. Hansen. These people really are despicable. However, if you were to treat them like stacks of cash, you’d feel much better, right?” In that instant, Norman smiled smugly. “You’re so right, Autumn. These hardcore fans would actually do anything for our Zendaya. They wouldn’t mind going bankrupt. Heck, they wouldn’t even mind selling their organs just to come see her! We could only make this much money because of them. Looks like they aren’t all that annoying after all. We should welcome them warmly!”

It's obvious. TrueBeliever: If you can't see the chemistry, you must be blind! HockeyGirl55: Like, get lost! You must be new here or something TEVIEForever: RIGHT! Anybody that’s done the research will know! I bit my lip, taken aback by the passionate responses. It seemed that the fans were unwavering in their belief in our supposed romance. I needed to tread carefully. AnonymousUser123: I'm not a hater, I promise. I've just been thinking about it, and maybe they're just really close friends.

“You must be the guy Mr. Tenby warned us about. “I heard that you have no shame, living off women. You have been harassing Cyan. “Should I make you face the cold, hard fact?” Meeting the aggressive woman’s gaze, Kaze replied callously, “And what is that?” “The fact is—” The influencer paused before smiling. “Cyan has at least ten million jerks like you in her fan base. “These people are just screaming to be with Cyan behind the screen. “All Cyan has to do is smile, and they would give up their wages to her. “How different are you from these people? “You’re no different.

' Next morning, my phone blew up: [I've invited my friends tonight. Ready to apologize?] [If you're sincere, I'll give you another shot. You can still be my wife. I'll keep paying for your mom."] [8 PM. My family house. Don't be late.] *** By the time the clock hit eight, the Fletcher mansion was bursting at the seams. Everyone showed up for the same reason—to watch Jenna crash and burn. Whispers buzzed through the crowd. "Place your bets—what lame excuse is she rolling out tonight to win Mark back?"

I decided to ask again, partly just to give myself a chance to finally let go. "Isabelle, we've been together for seven years. This is my hundredth proposal. Come on, stop messing with me." She rolled her eyes, not even trying to hide how little she cared. "So what? I've known Ron for over 20 years. Does that mean less than our seven years of relationship? "I've said it 99 times, and this is the hundredth. Listen carefully. If Ron never gets married, neither will I. That's the promise we made when we were kids. Besides, why do we need a flimsy piece of paper to prove our relationship?"