Super Fan Novels & Stories

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.

“Well then, this celebrity likes you.” The fun atmosphere subsided again. Mea’s greatly confused at the situation developing too fast. She has to revisit all the facts logically or she’ll end up overthinking. One thing you can’t do to a Mea Cristy del Bien is lead her mind to overthink. That might be a lie, but she likes convincing herself that way.

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"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.

What the fuck did she say? Well, if there's a customer that I really hate in this diner, it's her. Aidan Zavia Seymour. The happy-go-lucky, half-asshole, half-jerk, obviously and openly gay, and annoying as fuck twin sister of Nadia. And no, we are not in the same class, because her grades are near the redlines since the time I transferred to the Pryce Winsley Academy for my junior and senior years. "Excuse me? You are always the one who bumps or nudges me whenever I bring your sister's drinks." I defended myself and she smirked like a stroked hyena.

“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

"Of course." "Heh, if you guys think I'm doing only sports this year, you're wrong! It's about time I increase my popularity and my fan club. Hah! If I play the role of the Male Lead in the story, my fans will die for me! I'll be like a K-Pop idol or a hollywood actor, hah!" Eew. Fans club my foot!

“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,

"Try it some time." But Alastaire's response is cool and measured. "Yes, that's the name our fans have given themselves. Enfablers, as in Fable enablers. It's quite fitting – we're constantly amazed by how supportive they are... of us and of each other. We couldn't do any of this without them." "It's touchin' really," Lyall pipes in. "We 'ave de best fans in de world." The boys murmur agreement in the background, and again I feel a slight stab of guilt.