F1 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

fanbase. “Fanbase full of clowns, just like their idol,” she mumbled. Next she typed “Florians” and his page loaded instantly. Handle: @FIFiOfficial. 90M followers. Last post was from his tour finale last year. The rest were old: ice skating clips, studio shots, candid smiles. “Perfect golden boy,” she scoffed. “Fake cheerful.” A minute later she closed I* and opened a black icon on her home screen: ECHO.

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.

Jade immediately ordered her four bodyguards to attack me. Even though I was good at boxing, I still couldn't possibly defeat four well-trained bodyguards at the same time on my own. I was quickly subdued and brought before her. Jade nudged Wilbur toward me and said gently, "He's all yours now. You can do whatever you want to get your revenge on him." Wilbur instantly straightened up, his arrogance returning in full force. He came over to me and punched me hard in the face, whispering in my ear, "So what if you're Ms. Pearson's fiance, you little fucker? The person she cares about is me."

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.

UnKnown POV The time will soon be upon us. Soon they’ll be here and we’ll have them with in our grasp. To have the ones that will usher in a new world will be grand; for we could change the world to any one that we want. I sat at my desk smiling at the paper that sat in front of me. So, they’re in the Forrest Lake Pack. Time to set things in motion. Jason POV

**Chapter 2: Cracks in the Facade** My lungs forgot how to work. The moon poured cold silver over everything, turning the backyard into some kind of nightmare stage. Damien’s mouth was still on Lisa’s, his fingers tangled in her platinum hair like he’d done it a thousand times. My best friend. My fiancé. The words “my real mate” kept punching holes in my skull.

Thank you for giving me and 'My Fated Alpha' a chance and I hope and sincerely pray that my future stories receive the same love and appreciation (or even more because I am greedy lol) from all of you. xoxo

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

It's all a recipe for creating obsessed stalker fangirls, and the reason that Alastaire's fans – or Alastaire's Angels, as they call themselves - are particularly aggressive and territorial over him. When it comes to fan numbers though, the most popular band member by far is Fable’s lead singer, Felix. Where Alastaire is sun-kissed and light, Felix is all shadows and mystery – his trademark longish dark brown hair, hazel eyes and vampire-pale skin seem to have half the girls in the world under his spell. The fact that he's rude, arrogant and unnervingly cold doesn't seem to matter to his legions of fans. Some girls like jerks. I'm not one of them. I love Fable, but that doesn't extend to eve

The sudden rush of warmth that made every instinct inside him scream. Jamie looked at Ryan. Ryan looked back. For one second, neither of them moved. Then Jamie's anger returned. He ripped his hand free. “Don't touch me.” Ryan's eyes widened. Jamie raised his hand. The slap echoed through the hallway. Silence. Ryan's head had turned with the force of it. Jamie stood frozen. His palm burned. His breathing was uneven. Ryan slowly turned his face back toward him. A red mark was already appearing across his cheek. Jamie expected anger.