Solo Fan Novels & Stories

Hey, that shining blonde hair. Shit..! I quickly pulled over the hood of my cloak in a panic. Not him, please! I turned around in a hurry only to bump into the very person I was trying to avoid. "Well, well, well... If it isn't my favorite lady!" It was the boy with the devil's grin. "It seems like we met again. Isn't it fate?" Sasaeng fan : An obsessive fan who stalks or engages in other behavior constituting an invasion of the privacy of celebrities, specifically Korean idols, drama actors, or other public figures.

Mike said then he showed his phone to us. It was a F******k group for Allison's fans here in the Philippines. Since we got dummy accounts for her, we also use these accounts to join her fans and see their plans for Alli. It's also our way of protecting her, in case these fans are planning something outrageous. I heard that some fans became obsessive about the artist. One fan killed an artist for a lame reason. Since Alli is somehow a celebrity or influencer, we join this group to protect her.

"To be honest, I have no damn clue. I've been saving my money though, and Marta and Bill would shit, bit I really just...ugh. Well, I want to go somewhere. Do something. Between the studying, side jobs and being in that depressing house, I just want to break the routine. A change of scenery." "I feel you! I'm wanting the same, but I was too afraid to do do alone. I was just waiting on you to say something like that so I'd have a partner in crime. I don't have the balls to go solo." I smile. "Me either. Bill has kind of freaked me out over the years. If a dude follows me through the 7/11 I'm already reaching for the industrial strength dog deterrent and convinced it's my end." She laughs.

I muttered. Emma caught it and grinned. “Well, he is an idol, Charlotte. An idol whose fanbase has risen above any loved artist, even boy bands, you know.” How on earth did I not know about this? “Someone is comparing him with One Direction and BTS… and the funny thing is he is a single artist, not in a group or something,” Olive added.

she joked. "I don't have his number, we only met once and probably ain't gonna meet again." I assured myself looking back at the color of the shirt. I need a drink. •••SETH••• I walked into the underground club below the Moneir an exclusive target there was a lot of shitty women here who wanted to pick a fuck boy the experts were inbetween 25-40 some were married only few were bold enough wear their rings, I wore a eye mask that masked my identity I picked it so the ladies could see my smirk.

fanbase. “Fanbase full of clowns, just like their idol,” she mumbled. Next she typed “Florians” and his page loaded instantly. Handle: @FIFiOfficial. 90M followers. Last post was from his tour finale last year. The rest were old: ice skating clips, studio shots, candid smiles. “Perfect golden boy,” she scoffed. “Fake cheerful.” A minute later she closed I* and opened a black icon on her home screen: ECHO.

It wasn't because he was a renowned actor but it was because he was the first guy she ever had a crush on. She recalled an incident that happened back then when she had gone to Lily's house. Chris was alone in his room dancing to a trending song while she watched him secretly. When he eventually caught her, he pulled her into the room, made her sit on his bed, and said, "if you want to watch me dance, I would gladly let you. Someday I'm going to be a famous dancer so you can be my first fan and get my autograph. He had signed his signature on her palm with his pen. It didn't mean anything to him but to her back then, that signature on her palm felt like the world. She had cried when it event

And his fanclub will help me with that. As a celebrity, I am very familiar with the concept of fanclubs and groupies. No matter how amazing or how talented you are, if the public doesn't adore you, you won't make it in this business. I owe my fame and success to the people who have shown me their unwavering support. I swear, you can't find a more loyal or enthusiastic group of people. And shepherding this faithful congregation is a very special young elf named Sirel Healey.

He smiled and said sweetly, “Pleased to meet you. I’m Stewart, the Mid Solo player. My ID in the game is Jin.” His smile was as sweet as honey, and his eyes were a unique crescent-shaped. Leon recognized this guy, too. He was the world’s number one Mid Solo, whether in a group or as a solo player. Other Mid Solo players feared him. He immediately shook his hand. “The pleasure is mine.” As soon as he finished speaking, another youngster with black hair approached him with an extended hand. “Hi. I’m Jonathan, the Top Solo player. My ID in the game is Jon.”

He simply wants to retain a professional relationship with Gold even though that's not the case. Kolya is Gold's fan. He has been a supporter of the golden boy ever since his debut three years ago. He's a silent fanboy, though. He just goes to his concerts, not in fan meetings. He watches Singularity's videos on social media, yet he never posted a comment. He buys Gold's merch, but he keeps it hidden in the closet. No one really knows that he kept tabs on him all these years. Kolya guesses that he can never hate the celebrity. Not even when Gold pushed him away. It's hard to hate someone who's full of hate. Kolya thinks that in a way, he refuses to be the type of person who enrages their hea