Celebrity Fan Fiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

“And Russell’s fans are saying she's his ex and he doesn't care, which, fine, that's expected. But they're also running with this idea that you went after her on purpose. Like you targeted her specifically because she was connected to him. And there's a thread going viral right now, I'll read you the exact words, calling you 'an idiotic womanizer who is lucky to still be playing football due to his natural talent on the ball.' They've even turned Carmen into a victim in their version. 'Poor woman, she doesn't know she's fallen into the hands of this man.' That kind of thing." I sat on the edge of my bed processing all of it. The narratives, the memes, the fan wars, all of it absurd and all o

His face went through several expressions—confusion, surprise, horror, and then something that looked like amusement. "Chapter 10," Sebastian said. "The Night He Begged." "I can read the title." "It's very dramatic." "It's humiliating." Sebastian scrolled further. "The fans love it." Damian looked at his own phone. The comments were flooding in. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands. "OMG this is so hot." "I always knew the Iceman was a bottom." "The way he cried after? I'm deceased." "Can someone please make this into a movie?"

One from a story about a guy I had never even talked to but had seen at a party once. The comments were split. Some people defending the quality of the writing. Others condemning me for writing sexual content as a minor. "This is actually good writing," one comment read. "Problematic subject matter but undeniably skilled prose." "She is SEVENTEEN," another comment responded. "This is not okay regardless of how well written it is." "Plenty of teenage girls write fanfiction like this," someone else argued. "She just had the bad luck of having hers leaked." "Fanfiction about fictional characters is different than writing about real people at your school," another person countered. "That crosses

“No, of course I don’t actually think that. You and I both know that my mind is playing tricks on me. I haven’t been in a relationship in a long time. My mind was playing tricks on me, I guess. It’s hard to date someone famous and be invisible. Don’t get me wrong, I like being the invisible guy. But when your partner’s face is everywhere, it makes me wonder who is watching too. Who else is staring at your every move? Who are those people and are they having you followed?” He sounds like I am a secret spy or a runaway fugitive. Although, I see his point, there is no need for him to be scared of cameras. I have accepted that part of my life as fanfiction. Those magazines aren’t real, the rumor

and now I was slicing through the crowd of my fans. And it's even worse than the journalists and with my hangover it doesn't help with their incessant hysterical screaming. Sky I love you! Sky a spelling please! Sky! Sky marry me! Sky make me your sub like Anasthasia was in 50 Shades of Grey. No, she's lost or what, that one! Sky Kiss me! Sky! My idol ! SKY I LOVE YOU! SKY I LOVE YOU! AHHHH SKY! (damn she's going to break my eardrums this girl....oops! In fact it was a guy)

“Well, you got both. Honestly, you looked gorgeous last night. And Alaric? Whew. You two were giving power couple vibes.” “Power couple?” I repeated weakly. “Yes!” Denise said, already scrolling through more posts. “Every camera caught the way his eyes followed you. Even when people were talking to him, he was watching you. The internet is eating it up.” Malik clasped his hands together in mock adoration. “A cold billionaire who melts for his wife? Honey, they’re writing fanfiction already.” I groaned loudly, tossing a pillow at the phone. “Make it stop. Please, just… stop. I can’t deal with people swooning over Mr. Iceberg. You don’t know him like I do. He’s—”

Some people had already made some sick fan art of the whole ordeal, casting a platinum blonde stranger as Eliza. They weren’t even the worst. The worst had to be the fanfics that had seemingly popped up overnight. I only got through the blurb of one before I had to click out of the site, lest I risk permanently damaging my psyche. When I saw all this, I was a little shocked that I was yet to realise that I hadn’t yet received a scolding call from my mother. But then I checked my phone and remembered I had muted all calls and notifications from her, of which there were many.

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

Ever since the incident went viral, fictional stories written by fans appeared in rapid succession. "Please write one where they're both high school students! Since you can write well, please write as much as you can!" "The exams are over now. When are you going to do a live stream, Madam? Will you feature Mr. Fordham as well? If the two of you appear together, I'm really going to send you a gift this time!" "This is more entertaining than romance novels. Those who called Madam a vixen are all soggy-ass cucumbers!"

I know he doesn't want to see me, but I could never have failed to go there, even if he cursed me. I don't know what I was thinking when I tried to solve the problem with my sister without him. I just wanted to put her in the car and take her home without upsetting Jonathan. I don't think he'll ever believe me. I don't understand why that damned man from the nightclub did what he did, or why he said those absurdities. Maybe he's one of those insane fans who follow me on I*******m and send obscene messages that I never read or reply to. My sister always blocks them, but some of these fans believe they are really in love. There are all kinds of crazy people in this world. And there are real ca