Novel & Cerita Celebrity Fanfic

“Pfft, Adela, you’re so old-fashioned. Idols can be female too, okay? My new idol is Janet—she’s gorgeous in costume dramas!” At the mention of Janet, Adela paused, casually tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I saw a trending topic yesterday—your male and female idols are rumored to be dating. Think it’s real?” She wasn’t one for celebrity gossip, but when it came to Cici’s delicate fangirl heart, she couldn’t help but be a little concerned.

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.

But in the showbiz, it is very fast to innovate. Fans love actors from person to person in just a short time. Over the past year, Catherine Lee became more and more famous, the big idol drama "Bright", because it was so explosive that it was searched a lot including the author, the author but the writer "The Future" Amelinda. Ciara. So Amelinda Ciara went backstage to the stage, there were hundreds of thousands of fans. She knows calligraphy, F******k at first glance looks like an ancient to modern girl, once again a singer, knows how to play the guitar, brings tenderness and talent, attracting many fans.

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

CHAPTER 225: Charlotte's Past Charlotte’s POV: Seeing that Cullen’s secretary being allowed to enter the chairman’s VIP room in the hospital, it really seems suspicious. I don’t know but even though it is impossible for them to have a relationship, but knowing Cullen Lee, he even fell in love with me when I was just his fan. Well, I am really obsessed with him that I will do anything to win him back. But why am I like this? It is because I was so in love with someone in the past, his name is Lucas, but it did not end well. So, I just decided to fangirl over Cullen Lee.

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.

“Girl, legendary musicians have reacted to his covers saying he outdid them! And you’re calling him okay?” “Okay… I guess he is a great singer.” I muttered, trying to sound casual, though my heart was screaming. She flopped onto the bed, kicking her legs like a teenager in love. “I’m so crazy about him. But ugh, I hate how fast our fanbase is growing. More crazy fangirls to compete with.” I forced a weak laugh. “That’s why,” she continued dramatically, “I got obsessed with Mystery BL fanfics.” My brows furrowed.

she gleams with pride. “Oh no,” I whine. “I was really looking forward to hearing that.” “It’s okay, I’ll just perform it the next time you’re working. I have to keep my number one fan entertained,” she says with a playful wink. “I may not care about other celebrities, but the day you reach fame status I will be your biggest fan. I will be there at all the shows, I will be collecting your merch and your albums. You, I will promise to obsess over.”

I whispered to the empty room, my throat tightening up . She wasn't a gold-digger at all, my brain screamed at me, shattering every single lie I had told myself about her motives. She didn't marry me for the massive estate or the family money or the contract renewals. She was a real, genuine fan who had loved me and supported my career way before the big money and the toxic fame ruined my soul. She loved the boy who just wanted to play hockey, not the rich asshole I became after graduation. The deep realization hit me straight in the chest like a punch, knocking the breath right out of my lungs.

None of them know that I'm starting to have trouble remembering where the fiction ends. "You're trending," Priya says, stopping by my office at 10 AM with the expression of someone delivering news they find both exciting and slightly alarming. She shows me her phone. There is a hashtag. #CelesteAndIsabelle has been used more than fifty thousand times since midnight. People are making fan art. People are writing speculative fiction about our "meet-cute." People are constructing elaborate theories about when we first got together, how long we've been hiding it, or whether we're planning to get married. "Fantastic," I say.