Novel & Cerita Justin Bieber Fan Fiction

And that was a month ago. "Please, is it too late now to say sorry?" she sang and questioned me. I could picture her pouting and giving me her puppy face. "Oh god! Stop it with the biebs now, Rey", I groaned at her. She is a great fan of Justin Bieber but I don't like him. Don't get me wrong, I love his songs but when you have a crazy best friend fan-girling over him every day and making you listen to all his songs whenever you spend time with her, you will no longer want to listen to his songs. So yeah, that's how I feel. (Sorry to all fans of Justin Bieber)

I moaned and threw my head back when his free hand captured my round tits, squeezing lightly and filling me with waves of heat from the combination of his tongue and fingers. However, before I could get drowned again in his bubble of ecstasy and sin, I fought and pulled my body slightly away from his touch, eyes levelling on his heated and lightly irritated ones. "Answer me." I managed to keep my voice as firm as my locked gaze on him. He leaned back, expression hardening and a cool resolve in his gray eyes. "Fine, I'm Justin Bieber." That caught me off guard, and I had to bite my lips down to hold back from the quick burst of laughter that almost came out. His sharp eyes quickly followed th

This sounds like a dream come true! That's just ridiculous! It really goes against everything they've learned about materialism all these years! "I must be dreaming, this is too exciting." Justin muttered to himself as he burned the fire, "Who is that girl in real life, is it because I'm not talented enough, no spiritual revival?" "The plots that only appear in novels, how could they happen to me?" Justin really wanted to slap himself, to wake himself up, but he had already done it when he first put on the clothes, and it didn't work.

Then the deepest cut of all: “Someone once said Mia is also a daughter of Snow Moon Pack… If that’s true, the difference is hilarious.” “One sister hides and one sister fights. Guess which one’s blood.” Justin’s fans were now split—torn between love and shame. And his silence was now deafening. The pressure was building. The crowd waited for someone to speak. To tell the truth. To say thank you. But all Justin did… was stare at Mia like she was a puzzle he couldn’t solve. A puzzle he didn’t deserve to hold. *********

Justin immediately stopped laughing and apologized, “Babe, I am sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset. Nobody knows that I am in a relationship, if I don’t engage with girls rumors would fly around that I am gay.” “What? Why would anyone do that?” “That is how it works.” Justin muttered and pulled me in a hug, “Babe, I have no other choice but to put on an act. Just know that you are my only girl and the person I love is you.” Even though I understood his side of the story, I was never comfortable with watching him in close proximity with another girl. I never attended another game until today. It was really noisy but the rush elevated when the players entered the field. I hurriedly looked

Luke, my damn name is Luke and not a child and I will not sleep with you. "Never say never." he said raising an eyebrow. Well, in this case, I'm saying it, Justin Bieber, because I will not sleep with you. Do I have a sign on my face for everyone who saw me decides to tell me that they wants to sleep with me?" he asked." I will not sleep with you.

"But back then, he was all about following orders. About being the son his parents wanted him to be. He put aside his feelings—our feelings—just to prove himself. Just to earn approval that never seemed to come." Her gaze met Mrs. Miller's, and for a moment, the mask slipped. There was something sharp beneath Bianca's polite smile. Something that looked like accusation. But she brushed it away quickly, smoothing her expression back into friendly neutrality. "You don't know this," Bianca continued, "but Justin and I have a child. A daughter. The product of our love from five years ago. Evidence of our passion." A real smile—warm and genuine—settled on her face when her gaze met Justin's. They

but my sister would ask Jas Something and they'd talk. Jas brushed my knee with hers and I looked at her. "You okay?" I smiled, "just looking at you guys..." "Thank you for letting me join you and your sister, she's really sweet." "I think she see Justin Bieber in you.." I said and we both laughed as Jas put her hand over my shoulder, "Barbie.. do you see a Justin Bieber in me?" My sister shook her head, "You're a girl, Justin is a boy..." "Good point.. so what happens what should I do to your sister for not telling the truth..?"

In his half-conscious state, Justin felt a soft, delicate hand slide across his chest. It moved down past his abdomen as he shot out his hand, grabbing the wrist tightly. His eyes snapped open, and in an instant, he flipped over, pinning the person beneath him. The scent of alcohol still lingered on him. "Serena… No, you're not Serena." Candice wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're dreaming again, Justin. Just pretend I'm Serena. I love you. I'd do anything for you."

The reason Justin Baker had been so hard to win over was that he already had someone in his heart, and I had spent three whole years just prying open a crack in something that was never real to begin with. I let out a bitter laugh and went back to my room to pack. As I reached up to pull down a large suitcase from the top of the closet, something suddenly fell to the floor with a dull thud. It was an old phone. On instinct, I typed in Dawn’s birthday, and it unlocked. A group chat instantly popped up. [Justin, you’re not actually going to marry Trisha, right?] [Seriously, are you even going to break up with her? We’re all still for your wedding with Dawn.]