Super Fan Novels & Stories

Another question by another media person, “Ryan sir,….About you it is said that… the great artist you are, the more arrogant and ruthless you are!.. Is it true about you…?...” “What do you think about me…?...”, Ryan asked the female journalist in a witty flirty way, that all the conference room echoed with laughter. The female journalist blushed, “Sir,… You are my favorite… and I am a big fan of you… Frankly speaking…I don’t believe in it…I think, as superior and wonderful as you sing… you are also an excellent person…”. Ryan puckered his angular eyebrows with a sweet smile, “To me… my fans and supporters are very important as my music… And I will always be grateful to them…”.

“There's a downside to fame, though. You'll have to deal with hate comments from jealous people; you'll also meet some crazy fans in real life. Handling creepy-ass fans earn your points.” “What points?” “Loyal fans who will stick for you when other influencers try to throw shade at you.” “Why would they do that? If anyone doesn't like me, I can duel with them, and if they lose, they'll have no choice but to not throw shade at me.” Tentin face scrunched up, “That's not exactly how it works.” “Oh?”

“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.

"Hey, baby bear..." It was six when I got a phone call from Jeremy. He was my high school sweetheart, now my gay best friend. "Jeremy! Oh my god! It's been years! How did you get my number?!" I shrieked at him. "Bear bear, I'm Jeremy the computer geek that you loved, and adored throughout highschool. Finding your number is a walk in the park for me." "Pfft... More like Jemy the stalker. But yes I love you. You know I still do! So...are you back in the states now? Or hopefully back in town?"

Samantha To say I am scared is an understatement, I am freaking out like crazy. Having both of their pressure pressing down my shoulders is weakening in a sense that I hate. I was okay when it was just Maximo that crazy bastard, giving me pressure, but Santino too, damn. While Maximo tends to talk a lot, Santino is definitely a man of a few words and when he talks he means business. These brothers are simply the worst. I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face.

Her tailbone was about to break. "Who are you? How dare you push me?" "I'm your father!" Graciana glared at the female fan angrily. "Do you know who you just hit? He's Julian! He's an international movie star! He's the top player in the entertainment industry! You dare to hit him. Do you want to die?" Graciana took out her mobile phone from her pocket, hung up the phone, and took a video of the fan on the ground and the fans next to her.

Ryan asked unknown girl "No sir! How will you know me, I am just common girl and you are youth icon of the youngsters like me. I am big fan of you." She jumps like kid. Ryan chuckles on her childish behaviour. "My brother is a crazy fan of every single game of yours, I don't like earlier games but your games have made me addict. Sir can i take a selfie with you." Fan girl screamed in Excitement "He is not hero nor model he is just Engineer, you don't need to be so excited, Miss." Hope jealousy

At this point I was hostile as hell. “I'm your biggest fan. I went crazy for a moment clearly. I swear, I'm not usually like this. I'm bipolar and I know it's not an excuse for my actions, but I'm sorry. So please, from a star to a fan, if you end up letting me go to sin no more, would you kindly give me tickets to your next game? I can't afford them.” The audacity. “And what makes you think I would let a psycho stalker like you anywhere near him? Tickets so you can go see him and fuel your obsession? In front of his girlfriend? Really?”

I felt like I would сhоkе оn thе rest. “She іѕ аmаzіng,” Jоеl added. Oh here wе go, fucking ѕuреrwоmаn speech аgаіn. “Do you rеаllу nееd hеr nоw? I know she’s hеlреd to get the bаnd mоrе attention, but surely nоw as your fаn base is grоwіng you won’t nееd her as muсh, you саn соре оn уоur оwn.”

He just looked confused, a small, sad smile touching his lips. "Again??" he repeated. "Aubrey, I told you. My fans are intense. They’re digging up stupid things, making up stories to try and link me to some kind of scandal. It’s a common tactic to try and devalue a player’s brand. They want to find 'dirt,' and when they can't find it, they invent it. Such crazy fans." "I thought as much." She said. He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. It wasn't the desperate, frantic kiss from the lounge; it was slow, possessive, and deep. He tasted like the wine and the night air, and for a moment, the archives and the warnings felt like a fever dream.