Begging On My Knees To Be Popular Novels & Stories

Everyone only cared about popularity and not the amount of effort one put into it. "Apologize? Press conference? Mimi, do you think you’re still the popular celebrity you used to be? Let me tell you, even if you hold ten press conferences, you won’t be able to turn things around. Forget it. Don’t take any jobs for the next two months. I’ll clear up all your scheduled jobs and wait until the storm passes,” the manager said. Mimi panicked. "How can we do that? If I don't work for two months, won't my popularity decline even more?"

Most wanted a relationship and it was not my thing at all. I look good. I feel good. I fuck good. Girls would fall in line. It wasn’t really much of a problem. Money is my problem. Being fucking poor is a fucking problem. I needed to become rich and popular even if I have to post naked for magazines. Even if I had to use people to gain popularity. Even if I had to get my hands dirty, I would. I had to be a model.

I know why she looked at me like that way because i have never been that nice person to her but I have to be nice because I need her help. " Please sit"I said. "Thank you, Your highness" she says and sits. "What would you suggest I do to become as popular as Kemisola? I know about that getting PR but I have no money for that but I still need something that can make me Popular , I want to also be the talk of the news" he said.

she continued. I nodded earnestly at her. “Right. Bow more. Smile more. Perhaps kiss a few boots while I’m at it.” “Ragna, I’m serious.” “So am I.” She looked genuinely frustrated now. I didn’t understand why she bothered. “Popularity does two things. It either elevates you or condemns you.” I started toward the kennel exit, now tired of the lecture. “Yours is condemning you.” I paused briefly before stepping into the corridor. I was being careful.

He could play the victim, could use it to salvage his reputation somehow. "Fuck," I whispered to my reflection. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Should I go back out there and beg him? Tell him it was all a joke? That I wasn't serious? That I didn't mean any of it? I could apologize. Make up some excuse about stress or jet lag or adjustment difficulties. Laugh it off like it was nothing. Maybe if I was convincing enough, he'd let it go. Maybe he'd find it amusing rather than insulting. But even as I thought it, I knew how pathetic that sounded. How desperate.

Depravity is his game, and that's why I've always tried avoiding him, no matter how good-looking and popular he is or that his family owns half this town. "On your knees, pauper." Glancing between my bully and the floor, I slowly drop to my knees. All eyes are on me, Wanting to see what Jarek will make me do. The most embarrassing part is that many of these girls are ones who I've had multiple conversations with in the past, and now, all they see me as is Jarek's pathetic little pauper. "I want you to kiss my shoe and apologize for being late. Make me believe it, pauper." He continues to smirk as he stares down at me on my knees.

"That's what you got him in business for, isn't it? Making him slowly come back." The delicate curves curled on his lips. "I'm working on it." HOPE YOU LIKE! I try to give the best for you, please always support me. By liking, commenting and following Yes! Let's get excited. Also invite your friends, relatives, girlfriends, nei*hbors, acquaintances or even your ex to read babang Al and qaqa Ale. At the same time you can share to w*, i* stories, F******k, Twitter or your other posts. Invite them to join you here!

Kain was silent for a while before he asked, “why do you want to be an actor or singer then? What point is there in going for a job if you do not wish to be admired by the masses?” I wanted to be popular, sure, but not like that! I closed my eyes in an attempt to soothe my anxiety and fluster. With a deep breath in, I answered, “I w-want to be popular b-but…” “You did not consider that people would find your form sexually appealing,” Kain points out, which only further causes me to fluster. I manage a small nod. “You are still so innocent, Mister Smith,” Kain chided me, though, despite his words, his tone was less harsh this time.

Bethany was draped in a neon pink chiffon that hurt to look at. “I heard about the restaurant, Maggie,” Bethany said, cornering me before I could even reach the bar. Her smile didn't reach her eyes—it never did. “You’ve always been so desperate for attention. Poor Eddie. He must be humiliated to have a wife who throws tantrums in public.” I adjusted my silk clutch, letting a small, lethal smile touch my lips. “The only thing humiliating here is your attempt at a fashion statement, Bethany. You look like a highlighter that’s running out of ink.”

"Of course." "Heh, if you guys think I'm doing only sports this year, you're wrong! It's about time I increase my popularity and my fan club. Hah! If I play the role of the Male Lead in the story, my fans will die for me! I'll be like a K-Pop idol or a hollywood actor, hah!" Eew. Fans club my foot!