Kpop Fanfiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said and swished past him towards my study table. I need to do some research on him. I get it now that he's not the work of my imagination because I don't even know about him let alone seen him. I need to confirm that this guy is certainly the Lee Jimin of SSB. I started furiously typing on my laptop. "Um, what're you doing?" he asked flippantly. "Searching about you and your group," I mumbled, without taking my eyes off the screen. "Your sister's a SLUV," he said to which I hummed, I knew the meaning of that. Their fandom name, deceptively.

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

"I don't give a damn what pearl-clutching celibates think they understand about my motivations and character." Smoky squirmed uneasily in my arms, flicking a distressed tail as I continued in heated undertones. "Chris is my literary collaborator and friend, nothing more. What we share is a mutual admiration and passion for the written craft, period." Jane's mouth curved in a skeptical moue of distaste. "Oh, I'm sure you'd like us all to take that at face value..." Heedless of her condescension, I pressed forward with escalating vehemence.

Yang Jun asked, pulling out his phone. "Nope." “Really? I’ll show you.” Yang Jun searched for JianKai, the ship name of Liu Jian and Zhao Kai. Liu Jian leaned closer to see the screen, his shoulder brushing against Yang Jun’s. A video popped up, Zhao Kai edited onto Liu Jian’s lap. “What’s this?” Liu Jian asked, genuinely confused. “People are shipping you and Zhao Kai as boyfriends,” Yang Jun explained. “This post has 3.5 million likes.” “Wow,” Liu Jian said. “But you don’t actually believe that, do you?”

Neither the chilled watermelon nor the cold air conditioning could cool the heat in my body. Damn it. I suddenly hated my photographic memory. Those two pages I saw in Kane’s room kept replaying in my head. It was a fanfiction. The female lead was me. The male lead was Wane. It was normal for fans to ship me and Wane. But who told me CP fans these days were so bold? The fanfiction’s plot was this: Because I complained about a werewolf couple fooling around in public, they cursed me—I would have to spend eighteen rounds in bed with my Fate Mate to maintain my human form. Otherwise, I would turn into a pig.

“Girl, legendary musicians have reacted to his covers saying he outdid them! And you’re calling him okay?” “Okay… I guess he is a great singer.” I muttered, trying to sound casual, though my heart was screaming. She flopped onto the bed, kicking her legs like a teenager in love. “I’m so crazy about him. But ugh, I hate how fast our fanbase is growing. More crazy fangirls to compete with.” I forced a weak laugh. “That’s why,” she continued dramatically, “I got obsessed with Mystery BL fanfics.” My brows furrowed.

POV. Today I saw my man talking with that creep in the coffeeshop. How much I wanted to barge inside kill that creep and take the claim over my man right in front of everyone. I want everyone to know that Jay is my man and one day I will make sure that Jay will be mine including his soul. I will kill anyone who will occupy my man's mind and I have to step up my plan because I don't want my man to look at someone even if I have to gouge his eyes out.

she said between giggles, “don’t ruin the fantasy. The entire school thinks you’ve got this secret hot older boyfriend who’s obsessed with you. You could own the halls right now if you just played along.” Yeah, no. I’m not playing along to THAT rumor. “Nope. Not doing that. That’s weird as fuck thing to say, Kiara” Liam leaned against a nearby locker, resting his chin on his palm like a gossip columnist savoring drama. “Kiara’s right. People are obsessed. You’re basically living out a fanfic everyone wishes was theirs. Do you know how many people are jealous of you right now?” I stared at both of them, completely dumbfounded.