Faker Exe Fanart Novels & Stories

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

I looked back at the almost anxious eyes of my friend. He was asking me to make this real. Did that mean our fake relationship? The sudden shift in our relationship? What did he mean? I was confused. I didn’t know what to say and as an awkward silence fell between us, Zaine stepped back a little, creating space between us. My body was suddenly missing the heat of his. My eyes searched my friend's face, but he gave nothing away, simply nodding slightly.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

I needed the very same people who called themselves her fans to start the war against themselves. Meryl didn't disappoint me. In less than a week, her fan base grew exponentially, and she even earned millions of dollars from it. Then, I got a ton of bots and burner accounts to hint at her fans that she was monetizing her sob story and making a fortune out of it. There were plenty of online commenters who loved hating on other people for no reason, after all, and in no time, the momentum picked up and word began to spread. These haters filled Meryl's live streams with hateful and accusatory comments, accusing her of manipulating her fans' emotions for money.

He can wear a sack and he will still slay it. My, on the other hand, was wearing a crop top and booty short which was barely covering her ass. Her face was bare without any makeup and I would be lying if I said she wasn't glowing. The petite brunette had certainly been blessed with her share of beauty. No wonder Xavier is attracted to her. My gaze dropped to their linked hands. She was clinging onto him like a koala bear. A tint of unwanted irritation passed through my body. "Xander, why are we here?" Sandra spoke up, slashing the silence. Her tone suggested impatience and was filled with annoyance.

"The Moreno family is influential in their own right. They have a large network of connections. We had only just taken them away when we began receiving calls from people inquiring about the situation. "The finger that they received wasn't real. The package also didn't come from abroad. However, we still haven't discovered who created the fake finger and Ethan's whereabouts." "Dad," I murmured hoarsely. My voice was so small that I could barely hear myself, but Dad immediately leaped to his feet and hurried over to my side. He held my hand while carefully avoiding the needle, asking, "Are you in pain?"

“A job?” “Yeah. It’s temporary. But… We need someone who can pull it off. It’s for the company. You pretend to date someone. Just a show. In and out.” Liam stared. “Fake dating? Are you joking?” Kant crossed his arms. “You’ve done worse for money.” Liam’s eyes flared with disbelief. “That was years ago; I’m not that person anymore.” Kant shrugged. “Fine, then I'll find another person; just say no.”

After a few minutes, tears welled up in her eyes, and she started to sob "I am sorry Aria, I am really really sorry." "Aww honey I know it's not easy for you to fake an orgasm when you're poked by this." I looked in Curtis' direction and he's naked right now. I looked at him and looked back at the girl, shaking my head. " No no please don't blame him. He didn't do anything wrong. It was me who can't let go and I begged him to meet me one last time. Please don't be mad at him. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

Randall would have instead joined me in the hotel room, then I wouldn’t have been mad and then, in turn, Cassey and I wouldn’t have been jealous of Candace. I wipe the tears from my face and sit up. Either way, I look at it. Annalise is the problem in my life and she needs to go. I then reach over and pick up my phone to see a missed call plus a text from Sam. I open the text. “Beta Angus of the Nightstar Stalkers pack can be contacted at 4703 6608 6569. I don’t know what you are planning girl, but be careful.’ I smile as I copy the number and then press send. I am not surprised when he answers with a growl,

"I don't see why it's so bad, we could just let it slide and then forget there was ever this stupid fuckboy bet thing going on in the first place." I shook my head, walking over and leaning up against the side of the bed Connor was on. "You don't understand, Connor. You know how you hated being called a fuckboy? Well, now that's all you'll be known for, for the rest of our high school days and any reunions we have. If you don't like it when I jokingly call you one, how are you going to deal with everyone seriously calling you one? Then for me, now I'm not the same virgin I once was! They're going to expect something from me, and I can't give the people what they want, Connor! I'm not that go