Celebrity Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Turning it on, she waited impatiently for the slow booting process, then quickly typed in the web address on the browser page. Zoe was aiming for a page where fans of artists used to meet and give each other opinions about their favorite celebrities. It's like a web for fans to share anything about celebrities. Starting from actors, actresses, celebgrams and of course singers. Zoe quickly found Iris' fan page. There was quite a lot of traffic because Iris is a famous singer. Her fans were still very excited. Zoe created an ID from a new email and logged in with the most random alias. She chose the most crowded gossip topics and then started a new thread. Of course, she gave it an eye-catchin

He asked in a soft, hoarse voice. I rolled my eyes and punched him slightly in the chest with the side of my fists. He laughed softly and stepped back. “About my fans,” he said and sighed. “Look, they are extremely crazy. Delusionally crazy. One time one of them snuck into my hotel room two seasons ago. Those people think they own me. Some even send me their underwear… ew.” I blinked, shocked at the statement. Just how crazy were these people? They knew nothing about Paul or even Drake but their fandom was toxic.

PRESENTLY... My biker Boy Fantasies, that was what everyone was calling it. Everywhere Elias went, people's gaze followed her. She was the hottest topic in school right now, and she's never felt more vulnerable in her life. People made fun of her as she walked by. They called her all sorts of names and a few stood out to her especially 'Pervy Nerd' 'Hardcore Hottie' 'Kaelen's number one fan' 'Miss XXX rated'

“You said YES? To the human embodiment of a stock market crash?” I buried my face in my hands. “I didn’t plan it. He offered—connections, opportunities, security. For us. And I thought of rent, tuition, groceries, all of it, and—” Maya slapped her knee dramatically. “This is literally fanfiction. Fake dating the billionaire boss? I’ve read this trope a hundred times!” “This isn’t a trope, it’s my life!” She snorted. “Same thing.” But then her humor faded, her expression turning sharp.

Abigail and her friend, Lana, sat on the plush sofa in the living room, laughing as they chatted. "Girl, it's funny, but fan pages are annoying," Lana complained as she continued scrolling through her phone. "I don't know. I like some of my fan pages," Abigail shrugged. "Oh, not until someone gets scammed by one of those fake profiles claiming to be Abigail Hathaway," Lana pointed out. "Well, I can live with that. The real issue is the blogs and their bullshit. I found one talking about my ass expecting a baby with a secret lover-who is a married man."

“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.

I know that this conversation is going nowhere, and that she probably wants to defend her straight Fanfic, and her characters with no chemistry. — They make a beautiful couple. Kanya is perfect for Will, she comes from a noble family, practically a princess, and my son will be the CEO of our companies, in the future a marriage between them seems inevitable, and... I can't imagine something like that, it's impossible. This Fanfic of hers is doomed to be a nice, big, flop. — This story would be perfect if the future CEO liked a woman, but I think you know he likes a man, don't you?

stunt double when they were talking. I furrowed my brow and turned to Jeremy, asking, "Is this what fans are like these days?" Jeremy whispered back, "It's not even the worst of it. Nowadays, celebrity fans can be extremely passionate, both online and offline. Arguments and insults can get pretty intense. Honestly, there's almost nothing they wouldn't do." I frowned. Was this the kind of environment Freya would encounter when she entered the industry to shoot her movie? The thought left me feeling concerned, prompting me to send a text message to Henry.

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.

He clasped my hand and said with a serious expression. "Before you call me crazy just hear me out." He pleaded staring into my eyes. My heart beat plunged to my stomach. Although we were close friends I never held romantic feelings for him. He wasn't going to give me a crazy love confession on our first meeting while reminiscing about our past. That was too crazy to imagine. He was hot, and yes, I admire any hot guy. Rhys was a top celebrity the type you crush on from a safe distance He had a very crazy fan club I didn't want to cross with. Even stern-faced Rebecca was a fan. She could cut me off from her life because of this