Fan Made Persona Novels & Stories

I slid into the backseat, scrolling through I*******m absentmindedly, until I noticed the driver glancing at me in the rearview mirror. “Yo, why you staring?” I snapped. “I recognize you from an OnlyFans group. Your fan name is Jasmine, right?” he said casually. My heart froze. “How dare you? You’re classifying me as a slut?” “No… no, ma’am, not at all. But I’m very sure it’s you. I’m your biggest fan. I watch you when you livestream. I’m also your top gif—” “Can you shut the hell up?” I cut him off sharply.

I just want to be alone and be free, but why is there a fangirl or someone here? I then heard a chuckling voice. “I am so sorry. Maybe you are so shy but I am a fan that is why I can recognize you.” She said. I felt so annoyed because she actually has the guts to tell this to me! But, can I just let her go? How about my image? What if she posts something ruining my image, telling others that I have an attitude and snobbing my fans? I could not stop overthinking. Aish. I am sighing without looking at her so that it isn't obvious that I am struggling.

Do you know what I hate the most? Fake people. With their fake boobs. With their fake skin. With their fake hair. With their fake teeth. Especially their fake personality. Why can't they just be themselves? Oh right, it's because they're fake. B mean word that means female dog. From the craziest hater, CrazyHater. I shut the laptop close after publishing it. Putting it away, I lay down on my bed. "CHLOE!" Oh, come on! Let.me.rest!

Ryan asked unknown girl "No sir! How will you know me, I am just common girl and you are youth icon of the youngsters like me. I am big fan of you." She jumps like kid. Ryan chuckles on her childish behaviour. "My brother is a crazy fan of every single game of yours, I don't like earlier games but your games have made me addict. Sir can i take a selfie with you." Fan girl screamed in Excitement "He is not hero nor model he is just Engineer, you don't need to be so excited, Miss." Hope jealousy

I can hear them crying in their graves… how their research and work got reduced to dog food by a certain high-ranking entity! Just how can it be possible… No wait… he did bring me back to life in another world with a set of magical powers… which totally defies logic and reason… But… this fan is the embodiment of a divinity’s potential! The abyss just gave me a fan made of… mana. Yes… I am holding onto something made of energy… with my physical hands… That’s when I realized the weight of being the Harold of a somewhat omnipotent being… This…fan is no ordinary fan; it’s something that may be of great use in the future!

the anti-fans did not take it lying down. “Whoever thinks the shoe fit.” the fan said. “You are taking someone’s pain and making fun of it. If it was you who could not give birth, would you have been happy about it? How would you have felt if your wounds were put open for the whole world to see?” a fan asked. “It is not like I am the one who told her to do bad things. There is always karma for people who do bad things. She has no one to blame but herself.”

Ava was pale as she stood there trembling. “Fan Lee, you… Stop assuming unwarranted authority! What did I do to Cordelia just now? I was kind enough to take her shopping, and this is how you slander me!?” “You’re kind?” Fan glared at her. “Ava Baker, have some shame! Don’t make me insult you!” “You…” “Take this woman back!” Fan told the bodyguards in fluent Chaisene. The bodyguards were tall and muscular with big eyes that looked frightening.

I happily took the money back and held it out to Kane with both hands. “Wane, this is for you!” I said with a bright smile. Kane pulled out one bill. “A hundred dollars is enough. You handle the rest.” [Waaah, Wane is such a good man—hands all the money to his wife and keeps just a little pocket money for himself.] [Are CP fans going crazy? Wane is an independent individual, okay? Don’t bundle him!] [Huh? Wane actually has solo fans?] [He’s always had them!]

My voice shakes. Ryan grins at me. “I can do that.” The man’s body is nearly perfect, and I resist the urge to reach out and touch him to make sure he’s real. “I’ll get the fan from my bedroom. You just stay there.” I chuckle. “And look hot.” Despite my orders, he follows me into the room and leans in close to help get the fan out of the window. “I’m more than a hot body, you know.” It’s true. Ryan’s a computer programmer, according to the rest of his profile, which I decided to read after we matched. “Brains and brawn. Lucky me.”