Lightning Mcqueen Fangirls Novels & Stories

Catori pointed at the dark hair girl who had her head down. "Raven." "Raven, tell me where Lilith is before if lay my wrath on you." The nymph hissed, then got up out of the water. "I will never tell." The other nymphs began to whisper in shock. "This place can burn for all I care." "Raven, how can you say that? Fang is here, and he has been good to us." A pink haired one said. "No, he hasn't!" Raven yelled, then said more quietly. "He only uses us, just like everyone else. Lilith and I are trying to escape that. You all could too, just join us and we will be free for men and their lustful ways."

I rolled my eyes. “Dirty J. Diva. We should call our groupies that.” “After my daughter? Ew.” “No, Milka would be the Dirty J. Diva. No one can fangirl us like she can.” “You’ve never seen her fangirl. It’s adorable and not, well, frankly, scary. She just booty pops to your songs.” He snorted. “Your two-year-old booty pops?” I held my hands up as our food was placed in front of us. “Don’t tell me I ain’t bringin’ her up right.”

"We go to the mattresses." Jay stared at me, hard. "Sure you don't want to be in my next movie?" "And have more fangirls chasing me around while I hide out on a carousel next to a unicorn that just so happens to hump my leg every time it comes down? Hell, no." "One instance." "It was enough." And then I added, "It had pink sparkles. Do you have any idea what that does to a man?"

Dazzling bolts of lightning blinded the crowd to the point they were practically unable to open their eyes. Ye Qing'er was so scared that she hugged Zephyr Khan directly, shrank her head into his arms, and screamed, "Ah... Zephyr Khan, it's thunder! I'm scared!" This little girl was afraid of thunder? Zephyr Khan smiled bitterly. He held her tightly in his arms and patted her on the back to comfort her. "Don't be afraid. The lightning can't get in!" At this time, Zephyr Khan! Both his hands left the protective fence!

Of course, it's Lyon, the man who has surpassed Brian in popularity among women. "Yes, sure." "KYAA! LYON!" The girls behind me screamed in excitement. The sound of cameras could also be heard, capturing who knows what. Their fanaticism towards Lyon is beyond reason. Just his back or a strand of Lyon's hair would make them scream, just like they used to do with Brian.

I don't want to brag or anything but those three girls are the head of the Hailey May Collins fan club. I'm not bragging at all because I don't like it. Basically, they are just a group of Hailey wannabes that try to act like me but ended up looking like total b*tches. Plus, they are a wee bit aggressive. They tried to befriend me once, but I wasn't interested.

“When she gets on stage to make the speech I am supposed to give, we can expose her.” “Fair enough.” Silica said as Eclipse led us further into the room. “Is that the Lightning Queen?” A female squealed from somewhere in the room. “Don’t get close to her. She doesn’t like people crowding her.” Someone else said in a calmer voice. I didn’t bother looking around to see who had said it, but I recognized their voices. The one who squealed was Diana, while the other one was Brett. I was glad they had come, as this was the chance of a lifetime for them.

“That? That’s just the appetizer. Wait till you see the main course.” When we reached the garage, she stopped dead. Her gasp caught in her throat, eyes wide as if she’d stepped into a billionaire’s wet dream. “Is that… an Aston Martin?” she squealed. “And that’s a limited-edition McLaren! Abi, why the hell are you still rolling around in that old Lexus? Drive one of these to school and the teachers will bow.” Her fingers brushed the hood of a Ferrari like it was sacred, her touch reverent.