Wicked Fans Novels & Stories

"Who says I thought about anything? Maybe I'm into p**n." "In that case, you can share your favorite videos." I blush slightly at the thought of him seeing the p**n I'm into. "Okay, thoughts it is. And if you don't?" "I'll tell you what I thought about." Based on the way he's looking at me right now, I'm pretty sure I know. God, is it sick that I like it? I mean, it's inappropriate and crazy, sure. But Scar's hot as hell, even if he is like ten years older than me and not my type at all.

As soon as the news was announced, Henry's fans who were skeptical about the results of the competition immediately mobilized their forces to attack him on Tiger's F******k. [Don't let us find out how difficult the last game was, or your head will be chopped off.] [I hate people who show off their tricks to win the game the most.] A large number of Tigers' fans turned off their phones and started looking for Natalie, but found that she had not opened her F******k yet.

The worry was suffocating. And now there was another threat—the obsessive fans of Wendy. That crazed man’s face, twisted with hatred as he had tried to throw sulfuric acid at her, was burned into her mind. It had become a nightmare she could not shake. Charlotte had never experienced anything like this before. She had been lucky to escape the last attack. But what about next time? Wendy had more than five million followers. It was easy enough to guard against open attacks, but the hidden threats were harder to predict. Charlotte had no idea when another obsessed fan might try to come after her.

Since his fans were relatively young, they became the scapegoat prodded by others and roasted Stella until she became a trending topic. Leighton had made a response, so his prominent fans all understood that their fellow fans had gotten taken advantage of by someone schemeful. His prominent fans were incredibly skilled. Shortly after, they caught the few who were sowing discord in the group. Just as Leighton's fans privately messaged them, they deleted their accounts. The prominent fans immediately thought of Bella's fans when they realized these people were skilled at getting others to do their dirty work. Previously, things got really ugly between the two fandoms because Leighton denied th

“He knows she’s there. He’s just waiting for her to submit so he can claim the kill. How primal!” Avery found the delusion almost tragic. She typed a quick, anonymous warning into the feed: “He is in a blood-mood. If you push into his space now, he will tear your throat out. Run.” Immediately, Avery was swarmed. Jenny’s fanatical followers—wolves who lived for the "Provider’s" curated tales of virtue—snarled back at her with digital vitriol. “Jealous stray!” “You just want the Alpha for yourself!” Avery scoffed, closing her eyes for a heartbeat. She had no desire to waste her spirit on those who couldn't scent a predator in the room. She simply watched the disaster unfold.

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

before ushering her out the door with cold civility. But I? I preferred fire over pity. I fed on discomfort, on vulnerability, on people thinking they could control the storm when they were already drowning in it. “You think one night between the sheets entitles you to a favor?” I asked, my voice smooth and slow, a venomous caress. “Do you even understand who you’re talking to?” She straightened, trying to gather the scraps of her pride, and snapped back with certainty. “Lucian Voss. CEO of Voss Global. Untouchable billionaire with more money than God and a personality to match.”

Why can’t I find it? 【He literally doesn’t have one. Funniest thing ever—Jevon’s fans tried to attack Wane’s account and livestream, only to realize he has neither. I’m dying.】 【Are Jevon’s fans all minors? This is so childish—losing it over something this small.】 【Not gonna lie though, this was satisfying. Wane was SO cool—not his face, but the way he toyed with Jevon. Anyone else get it? I’ve hated Jevon for ages.】

“it has a lot of things to do with your aunts company then, why don’t people try to connect the dots, why cant they seem to understand the fact that you have a wicked aunt who wants to destroy the company and keep it all to herself, I mean….” “I get your point Steve, its not that way, people just run to whatever tickles their ears, then haters who have always been waiting for opportunities like this will keep adding fuel to the fire, nobody believes a celebrity is as quiet as they portray, so when bad news like this comes out, they just believe it, only true fans stay put and still have your back no matter what” “I’ve got to get me some of those fans then, from what you are saying, its not a

, she was playing with them and they knew it, but Andrew Williams didn't. "Who else witnessed this?" "I did", Skylar spoke up, backing her favorite office friend up on this one because they both dislike Neumann. "I had gone to give Neumann the update on decrease in e-reads but he was drunk and he waved me off", Skylar said matter-of-factly. Everyone trusted Skylar to the point where Neumann was already starting to doubt himself, thinking he had actually been drunk. Where Skylar speaks, Jacob backs up. Jacob has tried numerous times to take Skylar out because he liked her but she was oblivious to his flirts.