Fandom Reaction Mga Nobela at Kwento

‘’Wow, that's a good one sis, just wait and I will get everything done’’ Dave quickly took out his phone, typing over to someone in the country, and in no time, an article of shame and disgrace was trending all over the country. Her fans were disappointed, but just like always, they held hope and were willing to wait for the deal day. While the fans of Leslie were in another frenzy, they were going wild in joy and pride. Looking at both fandoms, one could tell the difference. Jane had gathered herself a fandom that was more calculative and patient. Over the years they have become more accustomed to how their model worked and they have always waited patiently for the results. Despite the onli

We're supposed to just take anything the fans say, positive or negative, but the minute we have even a flicker of a personality beside warm smiles, they lose their shit. It's the most stupid thing ever, but as Jared always says; the fans make the game. "I know they do, but public backlash is never good, and that's all it'll get you." Soph replies in a patronizing voice. I groan, and walk inside the kitchen of my suite. If I can't have another bottle of alcohol, I'll just have to settle for the next best thing—tea. "Yes, I understand. Anyway, like I said. It's silly. I glared at one player a little and everyone lost their shit. It's all over the internet." I continue hurriedly.

Do me justice! "Joanna is disgusting! And her fans are disgusting, too! Her fans hit one of our family." Since they were all Jaden's fans, they consider themselves family. 'They hurt our family! We're not going to go easy on them!'

Most of these people were men who enjoyed fights and strength. Some people also hoped to see their favorite participants come up stage again. Some people cheered for their favorite participants because they were cool. All in summary, they were all entertained by the battles presented to them so far. "Thank you for your opinions. I heard you. I'm sure everyone has their own idol here, favorite participants. I, myself, have one. How about you, Reala? Do you have one you like the most from the participants?" The audience laughed at the sudden change talk, but no one protested.

If I was going to fight back, I had to start strong. The moment it hit the trending list, a flood of book fans rushed in, along with keyboard warriors charging in with their keyboards. Fan 1: “Ahhhh, Shadow! After ten years of waiting, you finally opened a T*****r account!” Fan 2: “No matter what, I’m crying tears of joy!” Fan 3: “Shadow, I love you! Whether you’re a man or a woman, you’ll always be our Shadow!” Fan 4: “Go, Shadow! We believe you’re innocent… someone is out to get you!”

Sure enough, as soon as Ariana finished speaking, the fans' attitudes on site changed. "How dare she? How could she have such a sister!" "Ariana, we're all by your side! You can't bear such a bad reputation!" "OMG. I'm going to cry. Ariana is so miserable!" "I don't believe it. How could the video be fake? Are you guys insane?" "Ariana's acting is so awkward, but she's good at lying!"

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

"If that is what it takes to give me some breathing space, I’ll cuss you out till one of us gets tired and it won’t be me.” They looked at each other, having one of their annoying silent conversations. And in the heat of the moment, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and my stomach dropped to the floor. Notifications everywhere. Videos already posted. Comments exploding. "OMG THE PRINCESS HAS FOUR BODYGUARDS" "are they all dating her????? REVERSE HAREM VIBES" "this is literally fanfiction come to life" "she looked SO pissed lmaooo"

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.

With this caption, he posted a screenshot showing the percentage of screenings of FN. Unexpectedly, at that moment, Anna’s fans reacted surprisingly quickly too. They even perfectly inherited Anna’s style of dissing people. "Now if they lose out at the box office, they can't blame it on the number of screenings." At the same time, there were also some spectators who remained perfectly neutral, just curious and eager to watch the drama unfold. "Why is it always so exciting with Anastacia around?" "Thanks for the above comment for reminding me. Anastacia really is pretty annoying like this."