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That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

Several of the most extreme fans were detained for doxxing me and the people close to me, issuing threats, and expressing intent to cause harm. The rest of the fandom went berserk. This time, however, they limited their retaliation to verbal abuse online. I breathed a sigh of relief and instructed the private investigator to keep watching Emil. It didn't take him long to uncover an even darker secret. I was still figuring out the best way to expose it when an infuriated Emil suddenly took to the internet to defend the fans who had been detained.

Raven laughed and said, "I do not want to be your enemy. This is perfect, Ayra. Your fans would blow this shit up, and I trust them to do a perfect job painting you well, but absolutely bashing the rest. Ayrians are scary." My fan base has been with me from the start of my career. Honestly, I’m grateful for them, and I try to do surprises for them when I can. Also, anonymous donations to help them with personal problems. "They are, and I love them exactly the way they are," I said fondly. "So it’s settled then. Do this, and let’s see the response it gets." Raven nodded as she drove me back to my new apartment. ****** It’s been three days of online chaos. Three glorious, exhausting, popcorn-w

Chapter 142: The Listening World At first, people mocked the question. Of course they did. Networks filled with jokes, edited clips, and sarcastic responses. Some treated it like a game.Others like a threat. A few insisted it was manipulation disguised as philosophy. But despite the mockery, people kept answering. That was what mattered. Millions of responses flooded through the system every hour. Students, Scientists, Workers, Artists. Entire communities debating possibilities that had never been discussed at this scale before. Not because someone demanded it.

Unfixable for now. “They’re dividing the public on purpose,” Elodie said, typing rapidly on her laptop. “Supportive comments get buried or ratio’d. Hate spreads faster. Some hockey forums are split right down the middle. Half the fans are burning jerseys. The other half are organizing petitions for the league to protect us.”

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

Anti-Evelyn Ambush". It's basically an operation where they wait for you at one of your usual spots and beat you to a pulp." Evelyn shivered inwardly at the thought of being lynched by a bunch of teenagers. Livvie turned to Jason. "The entire fandom is in attack mode at the moment but once they are convinced this really wasn't just Tía's fault, they'll be a little more flexible with the intention of murdering her. A well-conveyed press conference would be an awesome chance to resolve this issue. ’Cause if you try to bury all this, believe me when I tell you, they'll dig it all back till they're satisfied with their motive. You should be more frightened of our fandom than the press. They are

stunt double when they were talking. I furrowed my brow and turned to Jeremy, asking, "Is this what fans are like these days?" Jeremy whispered back, "It's not even the worst of it. Nowadays, celebrity fans can be extremely passionate, both online and offline. Arguments and insults can get pretty intense. Honestly, there's almost nothing they wouldn't do." I frowned. Was this the kind of environment Freya would encounter when she entered the industry to shoot her movie? The thought left me feeling concerned, prompting me to send a text message to Henry.

His face went through several expressions—confusion, surprise, horror, and then something that looked like amusement. "Chapter 10," Sebastian said. "The Night He Begged." "I can read the title." "It's very dramatic." "It's humiliating." Sebastian scrolled further. "The fans love it." Damian looked at his own phone. The comments were flooding in. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands. "OMG this is so hot." "I always knew the Iceman was a bottom." "The way he cried after? I'm deceased." "Can someone please make this into a movie?"

"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"