Fan Stories Novels & Stories

"It's amazing. There are so many extras. I'm afraid that Mr. Valentine has moved all the people from the whole film and television city here, hasn't he?" Julian, "..." Matthew was a little nervous. "Did my uncle really find some fake fans?" "What fake fans!" A crisp child's voice sounded behind them. Everyone looked down and saw that Liliana was glaring at them with her arms crossed in anger. "These are all real fans, okay?" Demarion explained to on behalf of his sister. "Many of them are passers-by who like Mommy, and some of them are Roseane's fans." "Some are also Yessenia's fans, as well as the fans of other artists who have been tortured by Gabriel. After knowing the situation, they spe

He had been her long time crush and finally she had her chance at dating him only to be dumped for a much prettier, hotter blonde senior. Shawn was every high school girls fantasy, his protruding abs would make them crave for a touch, his killer looks got their eyes dizzy at his sight, he was even hotter being the school's baseball captain and he was excellent at the game. Emily had a short lived romance dating the hottest, meanest and popular guy in school and when it ended she as the victim got no sympathy from the masses. Majority of the girls hated her for having Shawn's heart and Bailey was loved for putting an end to it.

Zee screams at the TV, just as the hero opens his locker and a mountain of packing peanuts falls out onto him. It’s a weird thought that before I met the band, before I became part of their world, on a night like tonight my besties and I would most likely have been in the throes of a Fable marathon. We’d blast out their songs, do each other’s nails, take online quizzes to find out which of the boys is our soulmate, or which Fable song best matches our personality. A lot of the older (and male) fans resent the teen girl portion of the fan base, who they say ruin the whole thing for everyone by being in love with the band rather than with the music.

“Five years ago, in Silver Hollow village. My mate was traveling through there with a small escort. They were passing through on the way back from one of the outer packs. Your people attacked the village without warning. Killed my mate and most of the villagers. I saw the reports. Fang marks. Vampire signatures all over it. I always believed you ordered it.” Elias stared at him for a long moment, genuine surprise flickering across his sharp features. He shifted slightly, moving closer to Ronan’s face so they were almost nose to nose. “I don’t know what attack you’re talking about,” he said slowly. “But my people and I only launched attacks against your kind five years ago in direct response

"Because... I've seen many fangirls commenting under idols' Instagram posts, crying and shouting that they want to have their children. However, within two days, I see them crying and shouting the same thing under other male celebrities' Instagram posts." Fanatic girls changed 'husbands' as quickly as they changed the drama they watched. As long as they did so, there was no sadness, only love. Chris was speechless. "Are you women so fickle?" Chris asked. He had never understood fangirls. Paige looked at Chris. "How can you blame us for being fickle? Aren’t you men the same? We fangirls might change 'husbands' after watching a drama, but don’t you fanboys change 'wives' after, too?"

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

Then he discovered her fanfictions: wild, smutty, and detailed enough to keep him hard for days. Finding her suddenly in his private spa had been surreal. He'd stepped in just wanting to give her an unforgettable experience as thanks… but things escalated fast. She was bold, naughty, and shockingly still a virgin. The moment his fingers entered her walls, she was so tight... so wet. He wanted to take her right there and then, but the stakes were too high. At the peak of his career, one scandal with a fan, especially his biggest fanfic writer could destroy everything. Still… he couldn’t resist giving her that orgasm.

Because he just kept staring at her while she was telling the story. "Yeah? Because what---?" Andrew in a suspicious tone. Lana shrugged then decided to tell Andrew the truth. Because in fact, despite everything that had happened, she knew that the young man had long known all her weaknesses. "I've been busy, you know, being your fangirl," she admitted, followed by a weak laugh. Obviously, Andrew liked what she said because his handsome face quickly lit up. "As in, a super fan?" "Can I still be called a super fan even if I can't watch your movies because I don't have money?" she replied following what she said with a weak laugh. "Actually Mama is the real reason how I found out about you. Sh

Eleanor’s POV: It must be said, Shadow’s fan base is incredibly strong! What’s even more surprising is that although Shadow writes male-oriented sci-fi, a full third of her fans are actually female readers! And these female fans are mostly very level-headed. Led by Summer, they’ve been holding their ground in the comments section since last night, standing firm against the keyboard warriors and misogynistic men. I shared all this with Scarlett. She felt a warm glow inside upon hearing it.

“God yes, I want it so bad it hurts. I’ve been watching your tight little body squirm in my class every day, that short skirt flipping up when you cross your legs, showing me those smooth thighs, your tits bouncing every time you laugh at my jokes. Fantasizing nonstop about bending you right over this desk, hiking that skirt up, spanking your perky ass cheeks red and stinging before I drop to my knees and tongue-fuck your dripping young hole until you beg me to stop.” She yanked my hand fully under her skirt then, pressing my fingers right against the soaked lace covering her pussy, hot and slippery, her clit pulsing hard under my fingertips like a little heartbeat. She moaned low and deep,