Celebrity Fanfic Romane & Geschichten

How could they still like other men? "I'll show you..." Paige took Chris' phone. She randomly opened the profile of a fangirl who was crying and shouting to give birth to him, clicked on it, and then looked through the girl's Instagram. She did not have to browse much to find it. This fangirl had left a comment under another male celebrity's Instagram: "Oh my god. He could decapitate me, and my severed head would be lying there saying, thank you, Daddy.” "See." Paige pointed it out to Chris.

She was about to go on her third week of complete radio silence, when suddenly she received a text from Dreia. Dreia: Girl, you’re a meme! Astrid stared at the text, not even sure if she was reading this right. She was… a meme? Her heart pounded hard against her chest as she wondered what went viral. Was it one of her movies? Was it an interview? Or worse, was it… her time at the reality show? Astrid immediately broke her silence and texted her back. Astrid: What are you talking about? As soon as she hit send, Dreia’s name immediately popped out, indicating she was typing. Without wasting another second, Dreia quickly responded with a photo.

Before she lets go of me, she whispers, "Just go along with it." How can I go along with it? Hayden knows I don't know him. She's just making a fool of herself. Hayden looks at our exchange with a question in his eyes. "So, Avery is my fan?" Eva smiles at Hayden. "Yes, she is,She's just so excited to meet you that's why she isn't saying anything and a little angry because I told you the truth."

' But this time Qin Yihan couldn't listen to these words, and it was nothing more than feeling that two people were closely related, and my cousin didn't care for her for the sake of her sweetheart. 'Stop it, you bad woman.' Qin Yihan was a teenager after all, covering her eyes and crying. 'I tell you, my brother's ex-girlfriend is coming back soon, and my little sister Fan will never let you go!' Cassie doesn't know who Fan is, but looking at Qi Sheng's stiff back at once, she knows that this is another great figure. But what does this have to do with her? He's not Javen, and that little fan is not Ginger Geller, so he can't stir up any waves in her heart long ago.

<<45>> * Remember this, you are far more powerful and capable than you know. * ***** Aiden suddenly had sudden thoughts... If Malisa could make his heart stop with her voice, what more? Wouldn't she capture more hearts when she becomes a celebrity then? Does that mean she'll have more admires and fans then? And it will include men? He had seen many celebrities being loved by both men and women... He had even heard of a celebrity who fell in love with one of her biggest fans who had always paid attention to her and loved and admired her from afar...

“It’s a damn curse. And somehow, I got stuck with the lunatic version.” He stood up, stretching like he’d just finished a successful round of emotional sabotage. “You know, people online think you’re gay,” he said. “You’re always with me, never seen with a woman. Fanfics about us are all over the place.” I gave him a blank stare. “Because I don’t need chaos in my life. Let them write what they want.” He let out a dramatic laugh. “Well, I care. Some of those stories had me worried I’d violated you in your sleep.”

Looking at him feels as if I am looking at the better version of myself only. We had our dinner with enjoyment and together we left for the club named 'Pixel'. It is a famous club which is famous for its safety guidelines and security. When we reached the club Elijah was directed by the valet over there to the private parking spot and then he told me that he is a VIP over here. Then we both entered the Club smoothly. I do like to go to clubs but I have never had any membership of any club . It is usually my brother whose membership I use and he doesn't mind as he is now a family man and I am the only one in my family who can enjoy my life fully without any restriction but I am opposite of th

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.

Just then, she glanced out the window and spotted the subject of her investigation—a popular young actor—and her eyes lit up. "That's a huge celebrity! Why is he walking around alone? If his fans see him, they'll mob him!" "Who is he?" I had been a fangirl myself back in the day. The craziest thing I’d ever done was fly to another city with Wendy right before our final exams just to attend our idol's concert and catch a glimpse of him in person. But after I started dating Max, those distant idols who seemed like unattainable dreams gradually faded away. Max became the center of my universe, and my fangirl days were left behind.

"That's so cool. He must really love you." Sometimes I wished I had cousins. My parents were both only children. "Yeah, he's unpredictable," she said with a smile, glancing at me. "Easy to fall for." "He got you an Aston Martin," I scoffed. "Honestly, I'd fall for him too." "Yeah, you would," she said, something amused flickering in her eyes. "You know, you look a little like his fiancée." I pressed a hand to my chest. "Reallyyyy?"