Novel & Cerita Huge Fan

“There's a downside to fame, though. You'll have to deal with hate comments from jealous people; you'll also meet some crazy fans in real life. Handling creepy-ass fans earn your points.” “What points?” “Loyal fans who will stick for you when other influencers try to throw shade at you.” “Why would they do that? If anyone doesn't like me, I can duel with them, and if they lose, they'll have no choice but to not throw shade at me.” Tentin face scrunched up, “That's not exactly how it works.” “Oh?”

Or maybe she's just making fun of me? "I'm sorry... For the troubles that I caused you and the other messes at the diner. It's just that I hate my sister's boyfriends and admirers, and my sister too whenever she is wearing skimpy clothing." I answered and she laughed. Wow, it's such a beautiful sound to hear. And, fine, I'm being an overly protective sibling. It's just that those jerks only want one thing from her. If not for fame, they want to get under her lingerie. I just know them so well.

1 Fan. “Here,” I said, grinning. “For you. Free of charge.” Her jaw dropped. “Your marketing team is outrageous.” “The fans love it.” She blinked at the shirt, then at me, then burst out laughing. “There is no way I’m wearing that.” “You sure?” I dangled it closer to her. “I mean, it’s exclusive. First batch released. You’d be ahead of the fan club curve.” “I am not joining your imaginary fan club.”

Norman, who was sitting in the backseat, said with an obviously annoyed expression. Autumn smiled. “You’re right, Mr. Hansen. These people really are despicable. However, if you were to treat them like stacks of cash, you’d feel much better, right?” In that instant, Norman smiled smugly. “You’re so right, Autumn. These hardcore fans would actually do anything for our Zendaya. They wouldn’t mind going bankrupt. Heck, they wouldn’t even mind selling their organs just to come see her! We could only make this much money because of them. Looks like they aren’t all that annoying after all. We should welcome them warmly!”

No wonder they're called brainless fans. I try to free myself from grip, but the fan's grip on me is as tight as ever. "Oh, you're not going anywhere," she says, her voice dripping with venom. "You're the one who's been sneaking around with Dustin, aren't you? You're the one who's been stealing his attention away from us, his true fans." I try to reason with them, but how can you reason with people that don't want to be reasoned with "I'm just the nanny to his child, I swear. I'm only here to take care of Louise."

"How can you blame us for being fickle? Aren’t you men the same? We fangirls might change 'husbands' after watching a drama, but don’t you fanboys change 'wives' after, too?" Chris coldly said, "I'm not a fanboy." That was true, Paige thought. She could not imagine what it would be like if Mr. Possessive Chris were a fanboy. "Don't just look at your fans crying and shouting under your Instagram saying they want your babies. They might be crying and shouting the same thing under other men's Instagram," Paige said seriously. "I don't believe it!" Chris believed his fans had discerning eyes. They became fans of him because of his excellence. How could they still like other men?

Wilbur looked at Eileen curiously, saying, "Seymour's fans?" "Seymour is one of the elders of the Kiwanis Club and is a gaming savant. He has quite a lot of fans," Eileen said with a smile. Wilbur nodded. Even though he did not play games, he knew that the fans were quite amazing. In particular, some of those mindless fans could be considered fanatics. They were detached from normal logic. "You don't know about Seymour?" Joanna said as she looked at Wilbur. Wilbur smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but I don't play games."

She raised her fan, directing it at the signpost next to her. I simply nodded and forced back the lump in my throat brought on by how intently she was looking at me. She can skinned me here alive at any time, it seems. I just want to ask. "Are you going to live alone?" I was asked. "N-No, the three of us will stay." She raised her eyebrows and hastily fanned herself. According to legend, a woman who fans quickly, it means she likes you. Just kidding, it's scorching outside today and I'm already thirsty. She surprised me by hitting my head with her fan, so I rubbed the area that she had just hit.

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

"Even though I’m only sixty-eight, I’ll be a senior supporter." "Don’t underestimate our age; we always keep up with the latest trends." "Yes, we often help celebrities and entertainment companies with divination, so we know a lot about this stuff." The fans and viewers watching the live stream were left speechless.