Taylor Swift Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"

Annalita Taylor is the first woman who has ignited a small spark of that passion in me, making me hopeful that it will burst into magnificent flames. When she wrote that even as she typed she was sating her appetite I about lost my damned mind. Was she with someone and if so who? A friend, lover, boyfriend? I nearly blew it all by rushing over to her apartment and ripping the door off it's hinges to get to her.

"By the way, I have already uncovered the Ciara fan responsible for throwing concentrated sulfuric acid on you." Jane was a little surprised and asked, "So, am I trending again?" "Without a doubt!" "Okay." Jane hung up and logged into Twitter, clicking on the trending page. Exclusive Celebrity Secret: While Ciara Tyla appears to be suppressing Jane Austen, her fans are secretly planning against her. Every icon has such followers. 【video】 Jane clicked on the video. The footage was a little dark, and it showed the moment when Ciara's fan threw the acid at her. Damien's face was blurred as he kept his back to the camera throughout the video.

"You're wrong, Miley. Your sister isn't carrying my child... you need to know who the person is that impregnated her and made me furious, but I can't do anything about it." Miley's smile diminished, her eyes widened, and her body trembled slightly. "Wh-who is that person? Who impregnated Carista?" The man sighed. "Elgar Gabriel...." Miley froze, her emotions escalating to the tip of her head. "Wolf, don't joke!" "Are you angry? I feel the same way, and I'm almost sick of always using the identity of Taylor Fox. I hate pretending to be good in front of her!" "Taylor Fox is a fake character, while I am Taylor Wolf. I'm the one who loves Carista enough to do whatever it takes to make her mine!"

After a while, I heard a voice I knew. "Jan, you're my best friend. Can you pretend to be his fiancee for now?" When I heard Tiffany Swain's voice, I sat up and looked toward the bedroom door that wasn't fully closed. "Aren't you worried that he might get his memory back someday?" Janet asked. I could tell that she thought I was already asleep. The two of them were openly talking on speakerphone. "Oh, come on. If he gets his memory back, I'll just sweet-talk him, kiss him, hug him a bit, and he'll be fine. He loves me too much to ever leave."

That seemed terrible to me. "Yes, of course!" she replied to my complete astonishment. "I've been a fan since I can remember. My room in San Francisco has posters of all her albums, I bought the re-recordings, and I went to as many concerts as I could... I can give you an analysis of all her eras, although I don't know if I'd consider myself an official Swifties because I don't reach their chaotic levels. In short, I like the music industry..." And she said it as if she truly believed Taylor Swift was the entire music industry.

Then jumping into the driver's seat, excited to take her home, even if the reason for it was a horrible one. Despite the silence between us being comfortable, I turned the radio on to give us some background noise. Taylor Swifts voice drifted through the speakers, the radio DJ had put ‘Enchanted’ on. In the corner of my eye I saw Spence’s mouth moving, miming the lyrics. Even though I wasn’t a Taylor wife fan, I found myself whispering the lyrics, realising that the lyrics were relating to how I felt about Spence. I was enchanted to meet her, wishing she was at my door. Just hoping that Spencer felt the act but not willing to ask due to our current circumstances.

"Can you translate that into English for me? I'm apparently flunking... whatever that was." Abbie laughed. "Yo, I know what girls like me and Taylor are to you. Tits and ass. Sex objects. We're supposed to let you ogle our bodies, be your fantasy sluts." There they were - Taylor's words, spoken in sarcasm but now translated into frank pragmatism by her brainwashed sister. "Thing is, only Taylor's getting to be in those fantasies. Seems like I gotta force my way in. But I'm your fantasy slut too. That's just who I am. And if there's one thing that drives me out of my goddamn mind, it's somebody trying to stop me from being me."

“Care to guess how long you’ve used me as your handmaid?” “By the way, I get caught up in my own bullshit and I’m sorry. I’ve been a horrible friend.” I hugged him while clutching the front of my dress with one hand. “How have you been holding up?” Taylor, his on again, off again girlfriend, recently found her mate. She had been staying with her mother in a different state when it happened. “It’s whatever. Thanks though."

And my predictions really happened. 'Sydney, the said to be heir of her mother's company, is being rumoured for having a scandal with her boy friend, Daniel Swift, the CEO of his father's company.' I read the content of that f******k post and fortunately there was no evidence as a proof of legitimacy that I had a scandal. Its content was full of people's comments and predictions. Some of my fans were now throwing their hates on me, but there were ones who were on my side still.