Fandom Ad Novels & Stories

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I could sense the anticipation in the air, the excitement of a major announcement about to be made. I flipped the pages in the file Xavier handed me and reaching the required content, I raised my eyes and glanced back at the people waiting to hear the points from me. Leaning a bit, I held the neck of the mic. My gaze fixated on the cameras on the roll. I continued, “So, as you know by now, Adams Corps will be singing a mega collaboration with Brown Corporations, ending our professional rivalry of a decade,” I announced, already knowing that this news was going to be a massive hot topic of the business fraternity for days now.

“The prize can be an endorsement as the official face of the brand or campaign, depending on the clients. As a bonus, their fandom will continue favouring the brand.” A beat passed. “Competition drives urgency,” I added. “Fandoms become marketing machines. The brand doesn’t just get visibility. It makes a measurable profit.” Theodore stared at me for a long moment like he couldn’t believe what he heard Then he started clapping. Once. Twice. Slowly. The sound echoed through the room and suddenly everyone joined in. Applause filled the space, genuine this time. Warmth filled my chest, and I could finally release a breath I had been holding in.

One thing he learned about being famous online is that it’s easy to disregard people, they won’t bug you if you don’t let them. The developer on the screen continued, “Private chats are classified into three tabs: Requests, Chatmates, and Blocked. Requests are those you’ve never replied to, Chatmates are those you’ve replied to, and Blocked are those you would never want to reply to again. Right girls?” The women inside the mall cheered loud this time.

She said with a smile. “Fane doesn’t have much money with him. The most he has is seven to eight million and the advertisement should have taken him at least two to three million. Hence, he’s only left with five to six million. He wouldn’t be able to do anything extravagant. An advertisement is actually a boastful act. He doesn’t have other disadvantages apart from liking to boast.”

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Fenella’s POV ‘She was such a mess!’ ‘What was Mallory thinking when she approved an ad like that?’ ‘I thought the ad was pretty funny and creative.’ ‘She and her friends and her models should have died and gone to hell!’ I sighed as I read the comments on Mallory West's official social media page. The internet was still buzzing with arguments about the ad that was released yesterday for the HIV/AIDS prevention campaign. Driven by intense curiosity, I finally opened my own social media page.

I pulled her toward me, smelling her baby shampoo, she started to babble happily, not really talking, meaning it's nothing important for us to know about. "Yes Jaxon, you want to have your turn with the baby who loves biting, be my guest" Adrian says coming out of the bathroom in a new shirt, I look down at Mady, she loves biting everything with her teeth now. She took my finger and pulled it toward her mouth, she'll bite on anything, including my fingers, I let her nibble on it while I talk to my husbands. "I'm going through another... problem," I say trying not to say the Scandal word. "Emma is suggesting we do an at-home interview"

A third had put my face and Miranda's face inside a wrestling ring with a full bracket graphic. "No way," I said. "Oh, yes way." Adriana was wheezing. "Look at the comments. Miranda's fans and your fans are literally at war. This is a full scale conflict." She scrolled further. "And somehow I have become a fan favorite overnight. They're calling me a guardian. Someone made a fan account." I stared at her. "A fan account." "In just an hour." She said it with genuine pride. I shook my head slowly. "We need to stop looking at this."

Tom would pay at least a few hundred fake fans to meet him at the airport whenever he went out of town. He also had to pay a group of so-called ‘obsessive fans’ to follow him around like crazy. Moreover, his favorite trick was to send out a post to condemn these seemingly crazy fans before spending more money to promote his own post on the internet so that he could harvest a hot search, possibly with the title: ‘Tom Zielinski had been bothered by obsessive fans at a certain place, and he had written a post to condemn them.’