Celeb Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You’re a fan too?” Tossing her hair back, Freya clasped her hands over her chest and looked up dreamily. “I’m one of his crazy fans,” she said, then quickly turned serious. “Besides, I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t like Zachary Gonzalez. Well, except…” Her eyes flicked toward Caleb. “I don’t hate him,” Caleb muttered defensively, his face flushing with irritation. “I just don’t like how girls obsess over him.” “Point of correction,” Freya smirked, “you don’t like me obsessing over him.”

Kayden said. “Delusions, sir Kayden, aren't you being a bit hurtful to your fans?” Another reporter asked. “You cannot date your favourite celebrity, did you become a fan because you want to marry the person, you either liked their job or their faces? Why do celebrities have to go through so much crap because of you? Learn to draw a line between reality and your delusions” Kayden said as reporters and media personnel covered the story. “So you are disregarding their love and support?” Another reporter asked.

He picked up his phone, which had been buzzing incessantly on the shelf. He checked T*****r. " #HaleSuperiority is trending number one," he read aloud. " #LysanderIsOverParty is number two. And... ah." He looked at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "Apparently, 'Cyprian’s Abs' has its own fan account already." Vespera laughed. She stood up, turning to face him. He was still shirtless, looming over her in the quiet study. "You were shameless," she said.

“Yes, look at how handsome he is. He’s thoughtful and kind as well. I wonder what kind of woman would be a good match for him.” “Haha… Don’t even think about that. He has so many fans. If he suddenly has a girlfriend, his fans would definitely rip her to pieces.” “Really? Can’t celebrities date and marry publicly now? Shouldn’t fans congratulate them instead?” “That’s different.” “How’s that different? Furthermore, his fans are now shipping him and Fern Thompson.” “That’s just because of the movie. How can you take that seriously? Besides, do you think that Fern Thompson is a good match for him?”

“Stop. I want to die.” “Die? Honey, you’re trending worldwide. People are writing fanfiction about you two. Someone already photoshopped a crown on your head and devil horns on Nicholas.” She scrolled and gasped theatrically. “Oh my God, look—someone started a petition for the two of you to get married on live television. It has two hundred thousand signatures.” I peeked out from the hoodie, cheeks on fire. “Stella!” “What? I signed it,” she said, dead serious, then burst into laughter when I threw a croissant at her.

he teased, and I raised a brow. “A celebrity?” Oh true, he had ended up in the fan group meant for young girls, so he was a celebrity. “Aria Nicole, isn’t that the name of a celebrity?” He raised a brow, and I chuckled; I wasn’t. I was just a writer with a big fan base, but it’s not like paparazzi ran around me like I was some actress or musician. We walked up the stairs, and I slipped away from Liam’s hold before we got in; the big table was occupied by familiar faces.

Edna asked. The distraction was working, so I continued to indulge her. I wasn’t even paying much attention to Carmen’s reaction anymore. “If we are being real, and I am a realist, celebrities don’t fall in love and live happily ever after, especially from fans who have a crush on them,” I answered. “Oh, a realist, hub?” Edna asked, sounding intrigued. “I don’t believe in fantasies, Edna. Things are happening in the real world, and it is best to acknowledge them than fuel your mind with things that don’t,” I answered with a shrug.

she continued, her tone growing more venomous. "Why are you saying these things to me?" Abigail asked, her voice trembling. "To be honest, I don't like you. The moment I saw you, your striking red hair pissed me off. And to top it off, you wore the Crimson Fate. Don't you know who I am? I am Celes, the rumored fiancée of Edward Ulrick. And you? Who are you?" Celes's words were like daggers, each one aimed to wound. She looked Abigail up and down with a sneer, making Abigail flinch and feel small under her scrutinizing gaze.

It couldn’t be. I had to be wrong. There were a lot of men in New York, a lot of scars… The phone slipped from my grasp, landing softly on the rug. I stared at it, my heart about to explode. This couldn’t be real. Maya was my best friend. Luciano was my fiancé. They couldn't stand each other. Maya thought Luciano was too dangerous for me. Luciano thought Maya was a bad influence… I practically had to chain them to their chairs just to get through one dinner. It only happened once.

I slid into the backseat, scrolling through I*******m absentmindedly, until I noticed the driver glancing at me in the rearview mirror. “Yo, why you staring?” I snapped. “I recognize you from an OnlyFans group. Your fan name is Jasmine, right?” he said casually. My heart froze. “How dare you? You’re classifying me as a slut?” “No… no, ma’am, not at all. But I’m very sure it’s you. I’m your biggest fan. I watch you when you livestream. I’m also your top gif—” “Can you shut the hell up?” I cut him off sharply.