Be Come A Star Novels & Stories

Halfway through their dinner, Moran turned to Vesta because of a startling memory. "Hey, PrimeStar Technologies is growing its staff. Do you intend to give it another go? Although Vesta had recently traveled overseas, she was already aware of PrimeStar's recruitment campaign. In all honesty, she was very tempted. After all, joining PrimeStar would greatly advance her career because they were known for their state-of-the-art technologies.

Funny how I'd read every book I could in the castle's library, trying to glean more of how these things worked against the consent of my tutors. Here I am now, actually holding one of these. "So...How does one become a Star Student?" I ask, twisting my door knob. "Best grades all round." I drop the bags by my bed and collapse on the floor beside them, taking the things out one by one. "That's it? It's that easy?" Darian chuckles, sitting on the ground beside me. "That's only a requirement for the application." "Application?" "Yeah," he grunts, tearing off a label from my new boots. "This was a very strange choice to spend a thousand points on."

"Are you ready for tonight?!" My heart beat suddenly accelerated along with the loud shouts of the people. I don't know what's happening to me. I was suddenly nervous. Why should I be nervous? I took my tumbler and drank some water to ease the shivering feeling. "The long wait is over. After 9 months inside the StarLand, the StarLanders show up their talents to be deserving part of the final seven. But before we start, let us all welcome the big guy who made the young men dreams come true. .. mister Bang Clester Alcantara!"

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi

“No one gets perfect overnight. It takes practice. And even if it’s not ‘it,’ then it’s just the wrong thing for you. So do it all, mess up, and find the one right thing to shine at.” “What if I never do?” I whispered, afraid of the truth in that possibility. “You will. It’s you, Ayra. You’re my brightest star.” She kissed my forehead. “Bring it over here, I’m going to get it framed. You’re going to sign it. I’m not missing out on the early days of your journey. This’ll be worth millions one day. I can feel it.” And now here it was. Still framed. Still imperfect. Just like me.

“Maybe I am. Maybe that’s what they want. A tragic story sells, right? The broken idol.” Jay’s jaw tightened. “Don’t do that. Don’t turn yourself into a headline just to prove a point.” Blue stared at him then, really stared, and for the first time in a long while, he let his guard slip. His voice cracked as he whispered, “What if I can’t do this anymore, Jay? What if I don’t even know who I am without… all of this?”

He nodded uncomfortably. “You think you can get her number for me?” he asked, interrupting him. “Um, I have to go.” Ethan muttered, dropping his cup of tea on the table, and walking out of there, his heart racing for reasons he didn’t want to admit yet. Seeing her again after a year and a half was brutal especially since she was now a huge star. Her words stung too. He didn’t matter to her anymore, but that wasn’t the part that made a pit form in her stomach. It was the fact that she might have been pregnant when they had gotten divorced, and hadn't told him.

A part of me still doubted how something like that could even be possible. “Yes, Alpha,” he replied calmly, without a shred of hesitation. “Trust me. It will work.” I studied his face, searching for uncertainty, for anything that would make me shut this idea down. I found none. “Alright then,” I said finally. “You can go…but be quick.” I paused, then added, “Remember, you still need to find a date for tomorrow’s celebration.” He opened his mouth to protest. “My Beta cannot be single,” I cut in sharply. “That’s an order.” That earned me a crooked smile. He dipped his head. “As you wish, Alpha.”

If he was feeling bad that I did not reciprocate his words. "No, I'm not sure about doing that. I mean, that much audience?" I shuddered involuntarily at the thought of standing in front of that much crowd. I'd briefly mentioned it to him that I wanted to register for the contest but I'd not expected him to keep pushing like this. "Babe, you can do it, I know you can and you should. And do you know how much you are going to regret not doing it later on? If you really want to, then you should."

The casual confidence that usually carried him through his days evaporated like morning mist. "Look, I know I'm behind," Caleb said, raising his hands in what he hoped looked like a peaceful gesture. "But I've got a plan. The basketball season is starting soon, and there are scouts coming. If I play well, I might get noticed, maybe get some endorsement deals..." "Might," Steve repeated, his voice flat with disbelief. "Maybe. Plans and possibilities don't pay what you owe, pretty boy." Tommy moved closer from the other side, and Caleb could smell the stale coffee on his breath mixed with something that might have been cheap cologne. The space between the buildings suddenly felt much smaller,