The Greatest Showman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

We were watching a live feed of the ceremony on a tablet. Colin turned to me nervously. "What's she going to choose?" I calmly set my coffee down. Yeah. What would she choose? Would she choose the man she had secretly loved for ten years? The one she once called the greatest regret of her life? Or would she choose me? The man she had deceived for ten years, but whose family name could give her a future full of opportunity? Natasha's lips parted slightly. A flicker of struggle passed through her eyes.

“No, let us do this differently I want to destroy her this time, I want to crush her so hard she wouldn’t be able to recover.” “How do you think we can do that?” Cain seems confused, it didn’t seem we had any information to ruin this woman. “We will find a way,” I say determined, “I might already have a way to destroy her, in the meantime get me a slot on her show, I want to go clear up this whole mess.” Cain seems to not agree with my resolute, “what? Say whatever is on your mind.” “As much as I respect and trust you, I don’t think going to her show would be a good idea,” Cain says worried, “and I don’t think the madam would like it too.”

Where was Shay before all this? [Still... he's clearly wrecked now. Couldn't she give him one more shot?] I didn't even glance his way. Just raised a hand and grabbed a cab. As the door shut, I caught one last glimpse through the window—the same guy who once strutted around like he owned the world, now crouched on the sidewalk, face buried in his hands, sobbing. Back home, I watched the Chat Feed spiral and let out a sharp laugh. [Ley-Bae, pls, reformed bad boys are literally endgame. Just give Shay-Shay another shot. You two are the official ship!]

"And you should get familiar with his stage presence and whatever. If you're going to be playing with him in like forty-eight hours." "Sooner than that," I muttered. "There's rehearsal." "Whatever!" Toby threw up his hands in exasperation. "Hester. I am telling you. We are going to that show, and you are going to love love LOVE it. Trust me." *** I always did trust Toby—he was one of my best friends in the world—but as I sat crumpled in the back of a rideshare the next night, I could only summon up a feeling of oily dread. The Unseelie magic of Sy's music had been unpleasant enough through my laptop speakers. What would it be live? What if I couldn't take it? I would never be able to sit thr

Shania was bewitched by the man, something about him drew her in. "I didn't know… I mean, it's a big world…I…" "You deal with a hundred men, I'm curious to watch one of your shows… if you don't mind," he said more calmly, she could detect a smirk in his tone. For goodness's sake, how did he know? Shania was sweating left and right "Well… you can… I…" damn it, Shania, snap out of it and tell him something. He just said he's a big fan of yours', she reprimanded herself mentally

_____ Hailey "I'm not a stranger to the crack. Hideaway, they say Or we'll be taking all your stash-" "Oh my god" I laughed, both amused and horrified at his version of the This is me from The Greatest Showman that was currently playing in my laptop. "It's so not like that." He smiled and shushed me, leaning more into the headboard of my bed, pursing his brows forcefully in concentration, trying to remember the next obscenity as the real song played through the speakers. "Err, and then it goes... Oh yeah. -nanana glorious When the sharp syringe wanna cut me up

“You feel like a superstar now, don't you? Well stay humble, because I promise you Ava, you only got lucky.” “Did I?” “Yes, skunk.” She folded her arms. “So hold on tight to that little win because trust me, stable girl…” She leaned closer. “There won’t be another one.” I laughed and stepped backwards. “I guess we will see.” I was feeling very confident right now, and it felt good to rub it on her face. Even if I flopped the rest of the show, this was a victory in my books. T. B. C!

“You’re kidding. You have to be kidding. Cierra! oh my God! this is insane.” “What?” I asked, confused. “I’m your biggest fan,” he blurted. “Your performances changed the way people saw pole dancing. You made it art. You made it powerful. You gave women a voice on that stage. Cierra, I came to this party because I heard you would be here.” I stared at him. “You disguised as a worker…because of me?” “Yes!” he laughed. “You’ve been my Day One crush.” “Oh, great,” I scoffed. “So you finally fucked the woman you adored, and now you’re satisfied, right? The girl you once craved just gave herself cheap...”

‘I haven’t given my answer. He blinked at me for a while and then pulled me back into his embrace and locked me tight in his cocoon like the black widow. ‘Shall I seduce you then? To give me the one I desire.’ Damn it. ‘You can’t do this, Rum. You know that I—.’ Shit. I can’t say that I’m his fan. He doesn’t like it. ‘You’re my biggest fan?’ I was appalled. ‘You remembere—?’

Everyone goes silent, watching and listening with rapt attention. "Okay, uhm... First of all, I'd love to say you all have been the best staff I could have ever wished for. The Atlanta team, the Dallas team... You all have been the best. To the best fashion show planner, Stella, you never disappoint me, love you dear. And to the world's best model... Miss Wendy, we're honoured to have you in our midst, thank you for standing by us as well. Ah, before we drink, I'd also to thank some overly special people in our midst, Mr Marshall over there... Ash Glam thanks you very very much, what you did for us is no small feat and they say, you leave the best for last..." Everyone chuckles but they don'