Taylor Swift Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

Abigail says, tauntingly. “Yes,” I roll my eyes, “because it’s my dream to work at a camp for all things supernatural. You really got me there, Abigail.” Susan snickers and Kathleen hides her grin. Abigail just splutters, “Y-You just wish you could be like her.” “Can you just leave already Abigail?” I sneer at her. “And take your one-person fan club with you.” Outraged, Abigail storms off just as Beth exits the stall, looking pale but less shaken.

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.

“Damien, I know you say it’s complicated, but I’m tired of being your secret. I want to be the one beside you. Not her. Not your past. Me.” I scoffed so hard I nearly choked. “Oh wow,” I said aloud, voice dripping with fake awe. “She writes fanfiction about her own affair. That’s dedication.” And before the salesgirl could respond, I let the letter slip from my fingers right into the still-wet cologne puddle. I turned to face her, her eyes wide as saucers. “Maybe,” I said with a dazzling smile, “you should get someone to clear this room. Wouldn’t want anyone to think I'm making a mess on purpose.”

"It's just a game." Taylor cleared her throat dramatically, her voice pitching into a mock-sultry tone as she began to read. "Oh, this is gold. 'Tonight, I couldn't stop thinking about Darian in the library. The way he looks when he's focused, his dark hair falling over his eyes, that jawline sharp enough to cut glass. God, what I wouldn't give for him to notice me.'"

Anyone found exposing her photos without our consent will face legal action. I also wish to state that @Scarlett Taylor (Shadow) is an exceptionally talented and dedicated writer. She began creating at thirteen, choosing literature out of pure passion. Her perseverance stems from the support of her readers. Thus, I hope that while she diligently works on her craft, everyone will focus on her works. She values recognition for her writing far more than personal attention. Of course, even if the whole world fails to recognize her, to me she will always be the best. She may be Shadow to hundreds of millions of fans worldwide, but to me, she is simply my beloved Scarlett.

A N*****x ingénue who'd starred as a vampire Cleopatra. "This is a steal, Bruce," Tate said. "And you would know, being a thief." Bruce wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin. My palm lay on the juncture of Klaus's hip bone and her pussy, rubbing against the edge of her panties. They were satin, just as they had been last time. She curved into my touch while discussing with Timothy. She seemed distracted, and that made me happy. ".Taylor Swift Eras concert in September," I heard Timothy say excitedly. "Can you do it?"

She's trying to make me look bad in front of all these people, but she really doesn't need to, cause most of them already think ill of me. "You sure know how to manipulate your way into getting what you want" Taylor continued and I kept my head lowered. It reminds me of high school. Taylor was a really mean bully to me and if I didn't have Selena and Angel as my friends, my high school life would have been a total disaster. I probably would have ended the pain a long time ago and join my family wherever they may be.

And that inflamed her. "BUT THEY WERE NEVER YOUR DREAMS!" The sudden explosion of volume made me jump backward until my shoulders hit the door. Taylor was on her feet now, leaning across the table, her face twisted with rage. "They were mine! I was the one who used to sneak into your mother's art studio and imagine what it would be like to have a mother who painted pictures instead of pills. I was the one who dreamed about having a father who came home sober and remembered my name. I was the one who fantasized about Prince Charming sweeping me away from that shitty little house and that pathetic little life!" Spittle flew from her mouth as she screamed, her voice echoing off the cinderblock

". Taylor laughed out loud again. Her friend was certainly so crazy and she loved every bit of her craziness because it always cheered her up and made her forget some hurtful things She ended the call even when Talia wasn't done speaking. Geez, Talia was such a loud talkative and that something helped Taylor a lot. She leaned back on the couch, and rubbed her forehead slightly. Maybe Talia was right. Bryan had moved on with his life, it was time for her to do the same. She picked up her phone and went on a social media platform. When she found what exactly she was looking for, a smile formed on her lips as she stared at it. Immediately she dialled the number and it was answered, Taylor place

She had thought that maybe he might come around, but now, she couldn't help but wonder if it had all been in her head. Taylor Swift's Love story was blasting off the earphones plugged into her ears and she couldn't help but wish she had her own magical love story too. But who was she kidding, she wasn't going to get a happily ever after with a Prince because she wasn't even princess material, not with her sorry excuse of a hair. She chuckled at her self deprecating thoughts as the next song came on; Taylor Swift's Mine. Pulling out her old iPhone 6, she reduced the volume of the music before returning it to her pocket.