Fanatic Sentence Novels & Stories

“I'm not coming!” “You won't be able to move for now,” Fania said with a heavy sigh. She was frustrated and it felt like she was burning with anger towards herself. “Grace Langham is the most selfish woman in the world. And I think you know why I'm saying this, right?” Celine growled in annoyance. Her teeth clashed together forcefully. Staring hatefully at Fania, Celine continued to do so.

Zylith. THAT senile old fox! Goddamnit! You can never trust anyone in this world; I'm starting to miss my dog more these days. I can't believe I actually proclaimed myself to be this sleazebag's fan. Is it possible to set his ass on fire?

Hunter waved his hands dismissively, refusing to give attention to people who were just trying to smear his name in the tabloids. "Fanatics trying to get away with the fact that they might have just fallen into a trap that I have set and they have no way of coming out of it. I honestly do not have the time nor the energy to give to these stupid blogs. It's no news that they are just searching for a way to draw me out and grant them an interview." While the words sounded a little dismissive, Damon decided to look into the matter, his eyes and ears on his phone, making various phone calls.

"...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...

As long as they had the chance to insult Fane, they would not let it slip. "You're right. Fane's just not normal at all. I admit that he's strong, but he loves showing off, too. I'm not trying to insult him or anything, but just think about what he's said before this. No matter who he's fighting against, he loves to irk his opponent, asking the other person to not waste his time.

I answered, locking the door behind. “What? Why? Why didn’t you tell me I’d have to go through a crowd of that and worse, they mostly seem like your fan girls” she said, pointing to the door. “And what if they are my fan girls would you be jealous?” I teased, approaching her on the chair, placing my hands on the arm rests. “I don’t care who they are okay..you already smudged off my lipstick for that show we put out there” she answered, raising a brow at me. ‘Is she becoming immune to my teasing?’

“So, how is everything going? Are you going to make me an Auntie soon?” “Oh! I love this pack so much! Everyone is so great, well not everyone, but almost. I found your fan club. Ugh, how did you put up with them? They’re awful and I don’t think they are nearly as snarky to me as they were to you.”

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

He texted back "Ah. Then one day I will be your star baby. But you have to be my number fan? will you be my number one fan?" "Of course I will Jerk. I will be your first-ever fan. And yeah it is starting from today. By the way, You have written it for your first love hmm?"

“I could style shiny, sparkling, unicorn fracking rings around you, Mr. I-Am-Too-Sexy-For-This-Shirt. I could beat you in a mother-blessed style-off with one hand tied behind my back and a pirate patch over one eye. I am fan-fickle-fantastic at what I do, which you would know if you have a good gosh darn about anyone else than yourself!” Her voice had risen and Carter and Liam had taken a step back from her, their mouths open and their eyes wide. If she wasn’t so mad, it would be funny.