Novel & Cerita Justin Bieber Fanfiction Stories

Ben scoffed. I swear they fight like an old married couple. And from what I understand, if Justin were into guys, Ben would go for him. “You weren’t at school?” Justin blinked, but there was mischief in his brown eyes. He knew Ben wasn’t at school and is just fucking with him. “Don’t listen to him, Ben. Justin stalks your every move. He’s too scared to come out of the closet and declare his undying love for you.” I laughed, earning myself a hit to the arm from Justin.

He frowned at first but then burst into laughter. "Come closer," he said, motioning her toward him. She leaned in, bringing her ears close to his red lips. "I want to tell you a secret," he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "I don't actually like any of my girlfriends. I just date them for free p***y," he confessed with a mischievous grin. She couldn't help but burst into lauughter. "You're such a pervert," She said, still giggling. Justin turned to face her, his smile widening as he asked, "So, tell me... who are you crushing on?"

So he listens to music, finally something we have in common. "No, he's not. He's for everyone. " When he doesn't answer I ask again. "what? you don't believe me?" He pushes my face in his chest, "yeah like Justin Bieber is for everyone, i'm sure you listen to him too." "Of course, I don't." I lied. Since when is Justin not considered cool? "what's wrong with Justin?" I ask. He chuckles again, "Sleep sugar." ______________________________________

‘I wonder how it feels to be Billy Anderson’s girlfriend hey Petunia, or Sharon’. Anna confessed later that afternoon when we were at our apartment doing our assignments. We were in our world now. We could talk about Billy Anderson all day until bedtime and there was nothing weird about it. We even had pictures of him on our wall. For real. You know how teenagers go gaga on super stars like Justin Bieber? Billy Anderson was our own Justin Bieber. We talked about him non-stop. He was the kind of guy who I personally fantasized about until the early hours of the morning. I always saw myself in his arms, car, in his bed. I never went a day without match-making the both of us in my head. He was

“Because it’s the truth. It’s not like I lied to him or something,” “What if he starts bullying Jeremy? I don’t care if Jeremy hates me now or not but I’m worried he might get on the wrong side of that devil,” I nagged. “Jeremy doesn’t hate you, he’s just mad at the situation. Don’t worry, I told Lucas to leave him alone,” I stared at her in disbelief. “How close are you guys?” “Who?” She asked “You and Justin Bieber,” I sassed angrily. “You and Lucas of course,” I said, gritting my teeth.

I heard them chuckle and grab me off the bed. So, this is what you want, huh?" You want your bullies to fuck you like a little dirty slut like the others, huh?" I hear Justin whisper in my ear. Somehow, I nodded my head. I didn't mean to do that, but it just happened. I let my fantasy and desire win out in my mind. I knew I should run and get out of there. But I could not move my body. But my mind wasn't working either. I need to get my body moving. I was stuck and shocked tthat hey talking to me like this. I thought I was a nobody loser nerd no one wants to befriend. Want to have sex with. But I guess I was wrong. I am now in Justin's side of his room with his brothers. I am pushed down o

He was so far yet it felt so close, the head emanating from him was enough to make my face red for no reason and I stared at the window, determined not to look like some love girl. “I… I wanted to clarify a few things with you…” “How did you get my number?” I asked and he chuckled. “I’m Justin, number is the least of things I can get…” “What do you mean?” I demanded with a frown and he smiled, proud cock. The annoying smirk ticked my nerves. “I know you’re an orphan who was trained by the pack, all you have presently is due to your hardwork and struggles. Recently got your heart broken by that cocky bastard cousin of mine…” He muttered softly with a small smile on his face and I scoffed.

“He is the disgusting motherfucker, not you. But you need to say it. Tell me what he took from you.” Richy’s eyes were wide and terrified. He searched Jax’s face, looking for judgment, for revulsion. But he didn't see it. All he saw was the caring expression on Jax's face, that kind eye that had only looked at him with love and adoration. And that was why he did as his boyfriend asked him to. “He… he had his fingers inside me,” Richy began, the words trembling. “For the exam. Then he… he added more until he stretched me. He said I was tight, and that I was taking it so well.”

" He muttered frustrated to Lenard who looked at him feeling sorry for his friend. "Guy, forget about the cheating part! You guys are physically already separated. It's just papers that are left! Go out to a club and have some fun and get yourself a nice willing lady who will help you to get rid of your poor blue balls!! Trust me, you will feel much better after that!" Lenard said as both men got up to leave as well. "Hmm I'll see, aniways i have things to do! Tomorrow I expect some serious potential new clients so for now I just want to go home and relax and do some work at home on my laptop and then eat and sleep!" Justin replied to him.

"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