Fan Books 소설 & 이야기

The man cleared his throat and introduced with pride, “Miss Laking, these are my friends. All of them are your loyal fans and have come to Alice’s Table this evening because of you!” Gwen and the others stood up hastily, a little panicky and all over the place. “Miss Laking, nice to meet you. I’m Gwen Gonzalez, your ardent fangirl! I’m a Bella!” Annabelle’s fans had a name—they were called Bellas. Annabelle smiled when she heard it. She reeled her gaze in from Zayn and beamed at Gwen. “Miss Gonzalez, nice to meet you too. Thank you for your support.” Gwen pinked and grew more flustered. “No, no, Miss Laking, you’re so gorgeous. You look even better than you do on TV! It’s really my honor to

I shouted, throwing my fist into the air. Maybe I was better at this than I thought. The assistant continued for the last question. “This one is about his official fan club. What is the official name of Zane Sterling's largest, most dedicated global fan club, and who is its president?" My brain froze completely. Fan club? Global fan club? I had no idea. I was too busy trying to survive college and raise my daughter to keep track of weird internet fan clubs. I chewed my bottom lip, staring hard at the wooden desk. Who ran all the crazy fan pages? Who was obsessed enough to create an entire club?

“Welcome back from your honeymoon. Those two weeks were almost like an eternity. Did you have fun on your honeymoon? I hope you didn’t, because we are about to resume ‘OUR FUN.’ I read the message over and over again till I got tired and curled my fist in a ball. Oh, I almost forgot about this. I almost forgot about this anonymous fan of mine who would not stop sending messages and gifts just to check up on me. Ah… he or she was not just not a fan. They are an anti-fan.

a young woman exclaimed as she stepped in, startled by the scene. Her boyfriend followed closely behind, letting out a shocked exclamation. "What the—it's just a book signing! Why does it feel like a fan meet-up for a celebrity?" The young woman was a seasoned fangirl, always switching her favorite celebrities with a rotating list of stars she admired. Despite her years of chasing celebrities, she had never been one to follow novels. Last week, she had spotted her dad reading a mystery novel with a rather eerie cover. Coincidentally, her phone broke that day and was at the repair shop, leaving her bored with nothing to do.

"...Do you know how many of our colleagues and other people out there hoping to be in your place will beat you up for answering like this?" "Do I need to know?" "Nevermind. You're as boring as hell. Why do you even have tons of fans?" "Beats me, maybe because they're brainless." When the woman recalled the many die-hard zombie-like fans of this person shouting and fangirling crazily in his signing events or any events and film premieres, even though she wanted to sympathize with them and tell something in retort, she just suddenly couldn't find the right words to say. The description was quite harsh, yet on point...

She draws out the words, eyes glittering with glee. "I am dedicated," I say. "There's a reason I'm not going, it's just... personal." I'm sure that must sound extremely stupid. Beth's eyes twinkle. "Well, I guess not all Enfablers are for life. There are always gonna be wannabes". It's ironic that Beth would say that. She and the other Bs only really got into Fable at the end of last year, but since then they've made up for lost time. The Three Bs are the kinds of girls who give Enfablers a bad name. Sending threats to the boys' girlfriends on Twitter. Hating on other fandoms. Turning fans against each other.

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My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

Am I in danger? Emma snatched the card right out of my hand. “Biggest fan? Since when do you have fans?” “Maybe from the show,” I muttered, staring at the paper in disbelief. “But I didn’t see anyone defend me in the comments. They were all cruel. How come this person… calls themselves my fan?” Emma scoffed.

"I'm doing it just for you." "And because you want to be a p**n-star slut," moaned Brenda. "We're going to open our OnlyFans page and do naughty things with each other." "And hunky men," I added. "I'll make sure you get to film it all, honey." Hank groaned, fisting his cock faster. I was such a good mother for doing this for him. I just wanted him to be so happy. I leaned over and nuzzled my face into my sister's pussy. The spicy flavor filled my mouth. She tasted just like me. Hot.