Behind The Scene Novels & Stories

Two months later, Marcus's company was just one step away from going public. Full of joy, he bought various trending topics to build anticipation. Lucia's reality show was about to air, and the trailer had already been released. That day, I reserved a private room at a luxury restaurant. Henry helped bring my parents along. My father asked suspiciously, "What are you two up to, being so mysterious?" I smiled cheerfully, "Mom, Dad, we want you to enjoy lobster while watching a good show."

"Your dedication, your hard work, your resilience—it's what makes this company what it is. So tonight, we celebrate you." I raised my glass, the room echoing the gesture, applause rippling through the crowd. The applause faded into the background as I stepped down from the stage, my glass still in hand. The room was alive with conversation, laughter, the clink of glasses, but none of it reached me. Not really. Not when I'd been scanning the back of the room for a pair of striking blue eyes that weren't there anymore. I'd been giving the speech, my words steady, my gaze sweeping the crowd, when I'd noticed it.

"If you all want evidence, I'll give it to you!" I lifted my hand and pointed toward the rear side of the company building. "But instead of listening to me defend myself, why don't you all come with me? All you need to do is look up, and you'll know exactly who's lying and who's shameless." The crowd immediately stirred. "Fine! Let's see what trick you're trying to pull!" "Everybody follow him! Don't let him get away!" The massive crowd surged forward, carrying cameras, microphones, and livestream equipment as they followed me around to the side of the building, where a wide open lawn lay.

She claimed that this would weaken your stance and make you come back to him. "As for your crepe stall, Zach actually made arrangements so that no one would dare cause trouble for you…" I read the messages on the screen, then shut my eyes and sighed. "You know, Zach is outside right now and wonders if you're willing to talk properly with him." "No need for that." I gathered my belongings and stuffed them into my bag. "It's all in the past now." In truth, I had already spotted Zachary outside when his assistant pushed the door open and entered earlier. His hair was still a mess, and he had simply watched everything happen from the shadows, not daring to come any closer.

Ronald said looking at me and I nodded my head. Wow! Sometimes I wonder how loud I could get. Even in much noise Ronald heard me. I got up to go and saw Loren too following behind me. He didn't say anything and just kept walking behind me. I walked backstage and to be honest there were so many people behind. They were much busier than the people sitting in the front. I learned a new thing here. To run a programme the most hardworking people are the ones working backstage and fortunately there wasn't any media to capture their hard work.

I had been living in my new apartment complex for less than a week. For the past few days, strange packages had been showing up at my door. Every time I opened one, I found another kind of "toy" inside. There were vibrating toys, remote-controlled devices, and even realistic adult toys. You name it, they sent it. Sure, I had a weakness for that kind of thing, but I hadn't ordered anything lately. As I tried to figure out what was going on, a friend request popped up on my phone. The moment I accepted it, a video came through. A man's long fingers toyed with a flesh-pink dildo. His deep voice was full of teasing amusement. "Can that basic toy really satisfy your insatiable mouth? Why don't I

"We've also worked together. But mostly friends." She said this exactly the way she said everything. Matter of fact. No performance around it. Just: information, here it is, do with it what you will. "Come on," she said. "I'll introduce you." She took my hand and pulled me through the crowd toward the back of the room. ___ The backstage of this place was nothing like the front. The front was curated. Designed. Every light and every surface were chosen for the specific effect they produced on the people sitting out there in the main room. The backstage was where the real thing lived.

he explains. I could not say the sounds and the things I was seeing wasn’t doing anything to me, my tongue darts out and wets my lips. The sight in front of me looked like my Tweeter account, and to say I was entranced was understating it. “I want to show you something.” he says, carefully guiding me away from the room, I cast a longing glance at them before I leave. “Those people aren’t worried about people watching them, so we have private booths up here.”

one article had screamed. And today, we were back on set, filming the first emotionally charged scene between our characters since our relationship went public. The crew pretended to act normal, but I caught the way people paused mid-coffee sip when Julian and I passed by. Whispers behind makeup brushes, smirks from lighting techs. Every step I took felt heavier. “Scene thirty-four, take one. Marker.” The clap of the slate snapped me out of my head. Focus, Ethan.

ARIA’S POV As the day of the much-anticipated fashion show dawns, I find myself immersed in a whirlwind of emotions. Stepping into the bustling backstage area, I am immediately enveloped in a frenzy of activity and excitement. Surrounded by a flurry of last-minute arrangements, my senses are overwhelmed by the sights and sounds of the bustling backstage scene. Seamstresses scurry about, putting the finishing touches on exquisite garments, while makeup artists and hairstylists work tirelessly to perfect each model's look. The air is thick with the scent of hairspray and perfume, mingling with the faint hum of chatter and music.