Solo Fan Novels & Stories

I'm not alone anymore, and goodness does it feel fantastic. So this is the final part of "Alone" and I can't believe it's over. It's the longest book I've written but it's also been so fun to write. I'm sorry to keep waiting for the updates. And thank you all for the patience, love and support!

He didn't know how to act around her. After all, people rarely spoke to him. "No not at all. It goes both ways ha ha." He didn't reply, he didn't know what to say. While she was busy cleaning herself up off the Caesar sauce on her midnight blue Japanese top that had Sakura imprints on it. Was she japanese...? she does have nice chinky eyes. But she has a significantly light tan as well. "Do you like the top? It's actually one of my favorites. You could say I'm sort of a lover-of different-cultures type of person"

“You seem like you don’t want to be here.” I let out a resigned sigh, because he’s right. I’m exhausted by the life I live. I don’t exactly want to be here. I don’t know where the fuck I want to be. Nothing matters to me more than the fans and the music, but right now it doesn’t feel like my life revolves around either anymore. I’m controlled by numbers and corporate assholes who wouldn’t know how to write a bridge if it slapped them in the fucking face. When I went solo, I left the group because I wanted to be my own boss. I wanted it to be me who had the final say in things.

She wouldn't stop preaching about her idea of "true love" She even started messaging Lionel every day. [Only two people who truly love each other deserve to be together. [It's okay to meet the right person later in life. [Until I meet the right one, I'll never settle for less and just marry whoever.]

the fan quickly took out his phone and took a brief self-photo of us. “Thank you so much Sole Survivor. I will give you details soon,” the fan said and alighted from the car. Brian clenched his jaw, smiled cheerfully and mumbled, “I pray I meet her soon.”

“You know LonelyFans , Father Geller. And LonelyFans isn’t known to the public. If you weren’t on it you wouldn’t know LonelyFans...” My eyes widen as I watch guilt sprinkle across his expression. “Are you.. are you on LonelyFans Father Aryan?”

“Just give it back and leave me alone.” He pouts, that fake sympathetic look that drives me insane. “But Mia-Mia, how am I supposed to leave my number one fan alone? You wrote my name thirty-seven times! That’s commitment. That’s obsession. Honestly, it’s kind of flattering. Creepy as hell, but flattering.” He turns to the growing crowd, arms spread wide like a ringmaster.

" With that, I slammed the door in his face. Outside, I could hear his muffled sobs and the sharp sound of him slapping himself. I leaned against the door and let out a long breath. ... A year later. I received my music app's annual report again. This time, the keyword was 'Solo.' [This year, your listening time has greatly increased. You no longer need to cater to anyone else's taste. Every song is a song you sing for yourself.] I smiled and shared it on my social media. My best friend liked it instantly.

I feel so alone. --------------------

But, I have to get out and search my purse. "But, are you okay with this T-shirt? "The girl asked me. I looked at that. What the hell was written over there, " I AM YOUR DIE HARD FAN...ALEX" "Fan,.... are you artist? Is this given by your fan? "I asked him. "Hello miss! Do you really not know him? He is superstar singer," another guy spoke in the middle. I really didn't like the vibes from him. I looked at him from top to bottom. He quite seemed like the one with his extravagant style and looks.