Fan Made Persona Novels & Stories

It was a voice that sounded like a thousand fans speaking in a forum, a chaotic mixture of enthusiasm, possessiveness, and entitlement. A figure emerged from the "Blurred" oak tree. It was a woman in her late twenties, wearing a "Shadow Claw" hoodie and carrying a glowing violet tablet. She didn't look like a villain; she looked like a "Super-Fan" who had just won a contest to meet her idols. Her eyes were two solid pools of "Market Liquid Gold," reflecting the millions of "Up-votes" she had received to become the "Next Author."

“That was really awesome what you did yesterday, girl!” Maya cheered. “Thanks!” I grinned at Maya. I’ve got a fan! Be realistic, Liv! The only fan you have is the one attached to the ceiling of your bedroom! That fan is amazing though… And it also knows all my secrets… Sheesh! Distract yourself, Liv! Distract yourself before you start overthinking this! “I have to say, I am impressed by you, kiddo.” Shawn nodded at me.

the PR woman continued quickly, sensing an opportunity before we verbally killed each other, “we’re aiming for something more personal this season. Fans love seeing players outside the rink.” Bryan looked deeply unconvinced by the concept of fans loving anything. “People should mind their business more.”He says irritatedly “That’s unfortunately not how fame works,” I muttered dryly in reply almost snorting as his gaze flicked up toward me again, sharper this time, like he hadn’t expected me to answer. I wasn’t entirely sure why I kept talking either honestly. Maybe because silence around him felt strangely intense. Like if conversations stopped completely the air would start doing something

Hey, that shining blonde hair. Shit..! I quickly pulled over the hood of my cloak in a panic. Not him, please! I turned around in a hurry only to bump into the very person I was trying to avoid. "Well, well, well... If it isn't my favorite lady!" It was the boy with the devil's grin. "It seems like we met again. Isn't it fate?" Sasaeng fan : An obsessive fan who stalks or engages in other behavior constituting an invasion of the privacy of celebrities, specifically Korean idols, drama actors, or other public figures.

“This is so annoying. It’s always the same fans, especially that fat pig. She’s so fat and ugly that just looking at her makes me sick! She even grabbed me just now. How utterly disgusting!” Beside him, his personal assistant brought out a tissue for Cristian to wipe his hands as he respectfully said, “There’s nothing we can do about it. The previous negative news has caused too much of an uproar. A lot of your fans have already left you, but it doesn’t matter. Once you sign a deal with Violet Vision, their influence combined with your handsomeness is sure to make you popular again!”

“Yeah, but… I’m nowhere near your level. I mean, look at you—you’re built like some sort of templar knight now! What have you been doing? You look like you’ve been wrestling dragons.” Danial gave a bitter laugh, scratching his head. “You could say I’ve been through some…stuff. Let’s just say the training has been intense. I’ll fill you in later, though. First, tell me more about your ‘fan.’” Pavan immediately stiffened, waving his hands frantically. “Oh, no no no! I’ve told you everything already! I…uh…I have nothing else to report. She just walked in, said she was a fan, and left her number. End of story. Nothing more to tell, really!”

ANNALISE… “I’m sorry, but how could it not be Randall’s? Doesn’t he make you take a fertility enhancer every night, and he is the only one you have sex with, right?…” I don’t answer her yet, as I look back down trying to get my emotions back under control and I hope that there is no one from the pack around us at the moment listening in on the conversation. I again snap my head back to Thalia as she says my full name rather harshly.

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.

For a time! The temperature in the sky seemed to have risen several times at this moment! "Let's attack together!" "We must kill Zephyr Khan in one fell swoop!" A trace of icy coldness flashed past the depths of Song Shuihan's eyes as the fan in his hand transformed into numerous wind blades that erupted with an extremely shocking force of slaughter, and it shook the surrounding space to the point of whistling. His feather fan was called the Astral Wind Fan. It had already reached the level of a Secondary Divine Artifact and could release extremely sharp wind blades. Its power could be said to be world shocking.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly