Fandom Ad Novels & Stories

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

Groaning, I give up asking, and fish out my phone instead, as I am putting in the password, Abed’s voice halts me, “Some of your fans, banded together, they created a fan site that sends out a rebate tweet per second, fighting for you online, and as well as in person, although that was a recent development, to combat the people who started the fire, and they are doing more than your publicist, or your entire team has done. They have even gone as far as fighting with your team.” The new information astounds me, I never thought I would have people fighting for me, people who didn’t even know me.

It was for winter and casual collections. "So you want him to use these in his posts?" Anna concluded after hearing Hayley's explanation. There were several clothes on the table: a jacket, trousers, two polo shirts, and shorts. It was in Adam's size and the ones Hayley asked to advertise on his social media. "Yes, Miss Dunn." "But for your information, he doesn't accept ads for products that don't suit his taste. He wants to give honest reviews in his posts." Anna explained the essential rules. It was what Adam wanted and was approved by the company.

Though she shook her head, she didn't try to stop me. There was no way she was getting out of my sight. Not her or her blue dot. "I'm so proud of you," she said into the phone. "Really. It'll be all right. Nox said the Demetri Enterprise legal staff is looking into Montague Corporation. Nothing will happen overnight. They're corporate attorneys. They'll help...Not in person? You're not coming here, are you?" The panic in her tone made me stop and stare, as if by standing still I could hear Adelaide's response.

Fabiola stares at Damon with an expectant look on her face, "What about me? Did you forget about me? I got nothing.” Damon smiled, "How can I forget about you? I got you tickets to Adonis concert." Adonis was the best boyband in the country. They consisted of four handsome and talented members and they always drove young girls crazy. “Oh my!” Fabiola squealed. Tickets for the concerts were hard to come by. Fabiola had tried to get it but could only secure the regular tickets.

Avita made this extremely obvious on her website so that she won't have to fight anyone about it in the future. "This is good," she said as she stood up from her chair and stretched her body, “all I have to do now is wait for the orders to start coming in, but first I need to make a F******k account. I may still promote my products there." One advantage of F******k is that it provides a marketplace where users may advertise their products. She had done her homework and planned to make the most of that service. Her boyfriend used the service, so why shouldn't she?

It’s the way we seek closure. I’m surprised by the number of apps on Aunt Kim’s phone. She seems to really be a fan of playing games like Candy Crush. She has a F******k and I*******m page as well, and along with following me and Louisa, the only other people she follows are horse or animal accounts.

"It's a Friday, and Madam has started her live stream. I hereby declare that I'm your fan once again!" "When will Mr. Fordham make an appearance? I'm dying to see the two of you together! I'll send you ten Grand Gifts!" "Are you going to talk about whether or not some guy's husband material today? That's more interesting than a gossip session. I hope the viewers who are chosen for the joint stream today will abide by the standards from the last session." "Daily question incoming. How do I get Madam to reply to my DMs? I've been introduced to a few blind date candidates lately, but I can't seem to make a decision."

“It can’t be that bad. It’s never that bad.” Jane pulled out her phone and cleared her throat. “I used to love W&W products for my baby, but now I won’t buy them ever again. The owner is a horrible human being who obviously only cares about money and women. Why in the world would I buy diapers from him? Hash tag #lostcustomer and hash tag #FireWeathers.” Jackson shrugged. “There are always negative reviews.” “There are over three thousand like that on an ad that only ran for five hours,” Jane informed him. “We had to stop running the ad because of the negative comments. Our moderators couldn’t keep up with them. Hash tag #FireWeathers is trending right now.”

Adrian pointed to Taylor, his hand shaking, “YOUR FANS EVEN MADE A FAN EDIT WITH YOU AND MY WIFE. WITH BACKGROUND MUSIC. ‘CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE’? REALLY???” “You now even have ship names—Rilor, Tayleros—it doesn’t even make sense?!” Adrian took a deep breath, saying, “Whereas, Riley and I have built a ship name that has been known not just across the country but even in Europe and Asia—ADLEY!” “ADLEY & CO.!” He repeated. “It’s bigger than any Rilor or Tayleros!” Adrian lifted a finger, adding, “How dare your fans compare you to me?!”