Super Fan Novels & Stories

On the outside of the car, Annie is going to tremble with fear because her boss is still staying there listening and watching them. "Unnie is there something wrong with being a fan? Yor talking like you hate him," "No, it's just that I hate the way you being exaggerated and be worried too much for people just like them, If you are a fan just act like a normal fan no need to work up that much like your girlfriend or what! I mean did he even know that his fan is deadly worried for him did he even do anything to comfort his fan also?! Being a fan is okay as long as you are happy but being obsessed with some famous like them. Did they even know that? No! because they are also busy with their own

she murmured mostly to herself, while thinking about the last two years. He raised an eyebrow. "And what might that be?" he inquired curiously. She always used to feel extremely proud whenever his fans used to cheer for him during the football games. He was their football god, and she was one among his most loyal fans. "The world got to witness a football god named Kyle Carter. And you would forever remain undefeated. No one can score as many goals as you did. It's an impossible feat even if they play professional football for over a decade. You were simply superb. And I am extremely proud to say that you are all mine" she said happily, remembering how loudly his fans used to cheer for him a

and now I was slicing through the crowd of my fans. And it's even worse than the journalists and with my hangover it doesn't help with their incessant hysterical screaming. Sky I love you! Sky a spelling please! Sky! Sky marry me! Sky make me your sub like Anasthasia was in 50 Shades of Grey. No, she's lost or what, that one! Sky Kiss me! Sky! My idol ! SKY I LOVE YOU! SKY I LOVE YOU! AHHHH SKY! (damn she's going to break my eardrums this girl....oops! In fact it was a guy)

“She must hate him for that.” “She doesn’t,” Zoe says quietly. “I think she still loves him in her own way like a son. It’s complicated, like I said.” My chest tightens with a strange mix of sadness and admiration for Luna Serena. “She’s strong. Stronger than I could ever be.” Zoe pokes at the doll beside me, her lips quirking into a small smile. “Speaking of strong, can you stop treating that thing like it’s a real baby?”

He smiled. "I have to say this. Please don't think of me as one of those people. But I love "Changed!" I've seen every single episode, multiple times. I have them all purchased on Vudu and N*****x." She blushed. "Wow, you're gonna make me blush, thank you!" Richard smiled. "Okay, I'll stop now." She smiled back. "So you're the one? We got a report that some crazed fan had viewed our episodes a million times." He said.

P. I quickly explained that all of my knowledge came from one source only, my best friend Karsyn was a football fan and always dragged me along to watch the games. “Well if you ask me I’m glad you know who I am. The only problem now is I am at a disadvantage.” He said this so calmly yet his eyes showed a bit of flirtation in them. How could he Mr. MVP be at a disadvantage? He was famous and well known while I was nobody. I looked at him questioningly, “Why are you at a disadvantage?” He smiled as his eyes sparkled then leaned in closer and said, “While I find it flattering that you know me, it makes me wish I knew who you were. Now I have nothing to flatter you with.”

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

"I know you're a fan 'cause I saw your playlist one time. Let's see... who's your bias?" I grimaced at him. "Stan! That term is used by K-pop fans." He then shrugged. "Giovanni is outside." My heart raced in excitement even more. "No way? No way! You're kidding!" I generally started fanning myself while stomping my feet in anticipation, for all intents and purposes contrary to popular belief. I'm a Leo stan but I like Giovanni the same, pretty contrary to popular belief. Oh, God, which literally is quite significant.

“Well, we kind of have a lot of relationship time for a bend-over-the-bed fuck. Or a table. Or a sofa. Or any other surface you can think of.” His eyes sparkled with delight. “I’ll get thinking.” He leaned in and nuzzled his nose against mine. “I suppose you want to know about me now, right?” “Yep. Favorite food, favorite car, favorite football player…” His lips twitched to one side. “Favorite food is Fried chicken, believe it or not. Favorite car is an Audi R8—I miss mine. And my favorite football player is Lionel Messi.” “You’re a PSG FAN?” “Both me and Aaron. Drives our parents nuts.” He grinned. “They support the Manchester United. But anyway. Before you ask, my favorite film is any of t

“What?!” Evan chuckled, “I am sorry, I could not resist.” Aryan and I share a look, his eyes are calm, unlike mine, I was feeling very flighty, “How do you know I am a priest?” “I recognized both of you, from LonelyFans. I am her number one fan.” “Wait, you are the guy that sends thousands of dollars everyday? Even when I don’t make a video?” Evan Jumbo has a proud smile on his face,