Celebrity Fanfic Novels & Stories

I was looking at my great fandoms namely Percy, Harry, and Hermoine. Um hello? Seeing your favorite stars in person how can you not have that look on your face? Only thing is, the camera made it seem like I was looking at him! Just below our faces is a huge red caption in bold letters saying: ________________ GABRIELLE XYLER AND MYSTERIOUS MODEL FELISHA: DATING OR NOT?

I exclaimed in a mocking tone. Our audience liked the two of us together so much that it was sickening. They were in love with the rich blonde Amber Morton and the young heartthrob actor with humble origins, but who had won the princess's heart, and now they formed an adorable couple example, lavishing their love on social media. They were so crazy about Kris and me together that they even wrote fan fiction about us.

This is my life. And oh yeah, I'm also a fangirl. Well every girl in this generation is a fan of somebody, so it is not surprising that I am one of them, you could be one of us too. Anyway, I am fangirl-ing over some boy bands and solo artists but not as crazy as some girls are. I don't really like going to concerts and being on a huge crowd, but I've been into one, and God is it so suffocating. I really felt like I was dying. I sipped on my coffee and retweeted Zen's recent tweet. I replied to it in hopes he'll finally notice me but it just didn't happen, sigh it just don't happen. Celebrities must have been really annoyed to their fans, they had to clear all of their notifications time aft

Adrian’s nostrils flared like a raging bull, and his eyeballs looked one blink away from launching across the room like stress-propelled ping-pong balls. Some fans connected the dots and discovered that Riley was married to Adrian. The latter read aloud: “Adrian King is handsome, but Taylor West is DELICIOUS. Riley upgraded.” “DELICIOUS?! I AM NOT A LEFTOVER LASAGNA!” Adrian reacted. “I’M THE MAIN COURSE, BETTER THAN ANY RIB-EYE STEAK!” Adrian pointed to Taylor, his hand shaking, “YOUR FANS EVEN MADE A FAN EDIT WITH YOU AND MY WIFE. WITH BACKGROUND MUSIC. ‘CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE’? REALLY???”

Why are they so interested in what he's doing anyway? "You don't understand! These people are different! It's the fans of his ex-girlfriend who are attacking you! You know the last celebrity he was with, Jenna Cole, she's a big star right now and although they broke up three months ago, there are still fans whoship them together. She publicized their relationship so much back then. I am sure that she got a lot of roles thanks to her doing that. Anyway, since she already broke up with him, why are her fans coming for you?" She asked me.

and I meant it. "You are welcome, sister-in-law," he replied, and I smiled. ********* I sighed for the umpteenth time. Today is my wedding day. Any other girl would be thrilled to be in my shoes. I mean, which girl wouldn’t be happy to marry a celebrity? Yet, I will be a hidden wife, just like he said. My mind flashed back to the unromantic dinner we had last night. **FLASHBACK**

I approve this marriage. [I’m writing the fanfic in my head already—they met when they were nobodies, worked their way up together, now one’s a rising star and the other’s a global sensation, but he’s always loved her from afar. God, my heart.] [To the person above: grab your laptop. We’re waiting for chapter one.] [Not gonna lie, Wes’s eyes say it all. He’s gone. But she’s… so composed. Maybe she’s playing hard to get?]

“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—”

Everywhere she looked, it was her and Damian. Major entertainment news accounts and fan pages were all posting about them, with wild rumors circulating. Even fan fiction of them was dominating the charts. Furthermore, some fans had stayed up all night drawing fanart of her and Damian, and it was being shared widely. The fan fiction stories that were published on various sites were all capitalizing on the sudden surge of attention. She had a huge collection of fan art now. Chelsea's mind spun as she scrolled. She occasionally glanced at Tobey's expression. When she saw his scowl deepening, she couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh.

And his fanclub will help me with that. As a celebrity, I am very familiar with the concept of fanclubs and groupies. No matter how amazing or how talented you are, if the public doesn't adore you, you won't make it in this business. I owe my fame and success to the people who have shown me their unwavering support. I swear, you can't find a more loyal or enthusiastic group of people. And shepherding this faithful congregation is a very special young elf named Sirel Healey.