Celebrity Fanfic Novels & Stories

Since we all joined the love nest we have going on we threw ourselves into working to make sure the kids have everything they need and want. Alexis is making bank on her books and a huge amount at an alarming rate. She writes the dirtiest shit I ever did read but fans loved it. She is the most humble person and does fan book signings and free giveaways. Men flirt with her all the time but she looks over it and it makes them more insane over her. She has stalkers and mega fans that follow her everywhere. "So how do we fix this?"I growled.

Naked and shivering slightly in the cool draft of the room, I crept across the floor like a ghost on a mission. When I reached the chair, I pulled his phone from the pocket. The screen lit up instantly under my thumb, demanding a passcode. I didn’t even hesitate. I typed in my own birthday, the numbers locked deep in the vault of my obsession. Click. The lock screen vanished. There she was. A string of demanding, flirty texts capped off by a final message sent three minutes ago: Door's unlocked, babe. See you in a minute.

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.

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?"

"If that is what it takes to give me some breathing space, I’ll cuss you out till one of us gets tired and it won’t be me.” They looked at each other, having one of their annoying silent conversations. And in the heat of the moment, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and my stomach dropped to the floor. Notifications everywhere. Videos already posted. Comments exploding. "OMG THE PRINCESS HAS FOUR BODYGUARDS" "are they all dating her????? REVERSE HAREM VIBES" "this is literally fanfiction come to life" "she looked SO pissed lmaooo"

No, too close to what they were already running. “Ex-Lover Speaks Out” Too desperate. Too reactive. I tapped the marker against my palm. Think. What trends faster than scandal? Romance. I snatched my phone and called Andrea Myles—editor at StarChaser Weekly. She answered with a groggy voice. “It’s past midnight, Caleb.” “And yet your site’s still posting garbage. How about I give you something premium?” “Talk.” “Public figure. Big name. Private romance, soon-to-be engagement. You heard it here first.”

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!"

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.

Although the Weibo post had been published less than three minutes ago, there were already over 500,000 shares, likes, and comments beneath the post. “Indeed, good-looking people only like other good-looking people. I just want to say, Cadence Carmichael, I think you’re right…” “I’ve been showering him with gifts for three full months. He hasn’t even looked at me once. It turns out that he’s actually a fan of Xyla Quest’s! Ahh! I’m so jealous!”

Kane from the hot searches by doing that. Felicity was scrolling through Facebook in Clouditude International. She was boiling with anger, as she read the comments. "How brainless can these idiotic fans be? So what if Stella did not help her? What fucking rule did she break for not doing that? They should be glad that you did not step on Mistress Young after what she had done!