Novel & Cerita Real Person Fanfiction

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

Not only did I have to part with the love of my life, but also my soul mate just left me alone. Gandía and all his entourage of stupid people are playing it. They've been touching my balls for a while now, they want to make me explode and they're succeeding. First Aria, then the detail of the D'Angelos that I still don't buy -by the way, as soon as they cross my path again I'll rip their heads off and stake them like a mailbox in my house-, and now Angie .

Better yet, I wouldn't think I'd sleep with him, knowing all our interactions and flirting in public are fake. But now the lines smear beyond recognition, unable to be redrawn. I don't even know what's fake or real anymore. Except the way he smiled, laughed and allowed me to open up to him today in the barn... That was real and nearly lifted my heart from my ribcage. I'd never seen him so free. A rare glimpse into such a complicated man. The living room seems so small. I bite my lip as I take another step and avoid his intense gaze, looking down at the ground. Until you're on your knees crawling on the edge of an orgasm.

The truth had long since been buried beneath layers of speculation, and now, it seemed, people preferred fiction over fact. Some of the stories were so absurd, so far removed from reality, that I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or rage. One version claimed I had caught Ryker in bed with Alara, his body still tangled with hers, and that I had nearly beaten her to death in a fit of madness. It was ridiculous. If I had ever found him like that, I wouldn’t have wasted my energy on her—he would have been the one I killed. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that I just wanted people to shut up.

I could even stand up anymore, I was still shaken by what I just saw a few seconds ago. Does that mean what authors write in fantasy books is fucking real? “Tyler is like me, so as his daughter, I am telling you this so you will know that we are dangerous. I sincerely don't know why Tyler decided to be in a romantic relationship with you when he knows how dangerous it is for an Alpha to have a mere human as his Luna.”

Edna asked. The distraction was working, so I continued to indulge her. I wasn’t even paying much attention to Carmen’s reaction anymore. “If we are being real, and I am a realist, celebrities don’t fall in love and live happily ever after, especially from fans who have a crush on them,” I answered. “Oh, a realist, hub?” Edna asked, sounding intrigued. “I don’t believe in fantasies, Edna. Things are happening in the real world, and it is best to acknowledge them than fuel your mind with things that don’t,” I answered with a shrug.

I was no longer simply just another student, I was Zaine, the upcoming Alpha, with the world upon my shoulders. So, I did what I do best, and plastered a false smile upon my face, and worked upon crafting this story of our imaginary relationship with Presley. Doing what I could to make her laugh, as that sound was enough at my lowest of moments to ease my mood. And for a moment I didn't feel as bad. Having her here may make things a little better...

"You're disgusting! Get out of my way!" He hadn't expected me to curse him out, and his face darkened instantly. Without hesitation, I shoved him aside, took Jordan's hand, and headed straight out. Livio froze, staring as we walked away. Then he exploded. "Diane Ward, this is pathetic! You really think faking a marriage will force my hand?" "Fake marriage?" I snorted. "Whatever you say." His lips pressed into a thin line. "This has gone far enough! It was just a dumb bet. Do you have to make a fool of yourself like this?"

They even edited several different versions of the story, and every single one strayed further from the truth. Before long, my account was trending. Some people even pretended to be me for clout and started livestreaming themselves. In their livestreams, they flirted with the camera and put on a show. “Guys, hit follow. I’m the crazy fan girl from yesterday who’s obsessed with Mr. Gibson. I really was trying to ruin Sweetheart’s relationship. Mr. Gibson is handsome and rich. Who wouldn’t want him? Follow me and I’ll do a little dance for you guys.”

He told me that in his heart, I’m his chosen one. I knew it was from Maria. I stared at the screen, my fingertips growing cold, a chill spreading through my veins until it reached my very bones. My mind was made up. I stood up, walked into the study, and opened the drawer. I pulled out the invitation I’d buried at the bottom months ago. Lead Researcher, The Institute for Ancient Lycan Bloodlines. Back then, I’d thought Albert couldn’t live without me, that the pack needed me, that Leo couldn’t be without his mother.