Behind The Scene Novels & Stories

Lilith asked, her voice laced with panic. "Nothing." I shook my head, forcing myself back to the present. "Just a little..." Just then, a strange sound came from behind us. A gasp? I turned. The sound was coming from the giant projection screen backstage. It was supposed to be playing a promotional video for our pack. But now... On the screen, two naked bodies writhed in passion. Slick with sweat. It was us. A goddamn sex tape.

And they won't leave. Jeff, the clever one, took the fire, and they quietly crawled back, dived into some passage, turned another and another, crawled under some structures and ended up in a field behind the stage. Technicians, quarreling, slowly dismantled the equipment. Behind the field, a narrow river gleamed in the sun, curving.

Joseph's lips trembled as he tried to speak. "Please... Please calm down." "Calm down?" Betty's laugh was sharp and bitter, her makeup twisted in anger. "I turned down rich guys for you, and now, you're telling me you're broke?!" In a sudden rage, she lunged and grabbed Joseph by the throat. "Give me the money! I know you've got some hidden away!" The medical staff rushed to pry her off as Joseph gasped for air, his face turning from ashen to a deep shade of purple.

Andrew parked his car in front of the entrance to the party hall. When the door opened, he stepped out, and his friends immediately surrounded him while rambling loudly. Their faces were filled with excitement and eagerness, as if they were waiting for something good to start. “Where are the videos, Andrew? Didn’t you say that you’d be playing them today?” someone asked eagerly. His eyes shone like a dog smelled a bone. Andrew frowned and slowly took out his phone from his pocket. His friends watched as eagerly as a pack of hungry wolves. The screen flashed in his hand.

I asked her curiously, isn't she supposed to be on a break right now? "The boss called me and said I have to come with you guys to the office," Dr. Zithea said with a bored tone as if she didn't wanna come to see the boss. She scanned her fingerprint then we all went inside the elevator. I pushed the button for 10 secs, and the secret floor button appeared, and I pushed it. "Hmph, never knew you got closer with uncle already, Thea," Midnight stated coldly while his eyes were full of boredom.

I bet you look good in it, too. The bass from the party downstairs thumps through the mattress, a slow, steady beat that matches the pulse in my cock. I lie there, alone in the dark, waiting for the next buzz and it comes too quickly. Barnabythebear: Tomorrow at the rink by 8 PM. Come if you want *wink emoji*

Ariana Vance agrees to a paper marriage to Damon Sterling — the ruthless, untouchable billionaire — to save her family’s collapsing empire. The deal is simple: two years as his perfect, obedient wife, then a quiet divorce. No feelings. No expectations. No love. But Damon isn’t the cold, heartless man the world sees. Behind his icy armor lies a man scarred by loneliness and burdened by a dangerous legacy. As Ariana slowly unravels the layers of the man beneath the mask, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur. Late-night conversations, quiet glances, and moments of unexpected tenderness awaken something in both of them — a connection neither can deny, nor afford to keep. Ju

I suddenly heard a footsteps near me. "Hello? Is someone inside?" That was a man's voice. "Yes,sir! I'm locked!" I saw the knob moving. Oh thanks God! I thought I'm going to die here. I was so scared,I remembered that one episode from Shake Rattle and Roll! "Miss, can you move away from the door? I'm going to kick this, you might get hurt," The voice from the other side said. I moved away from the door. "Okay, as I count of 3. I will kick this so don't get close!"

Dante mutters. He looks at me. “You ready?” he asks. “No,” I say. “Do it anyway.” — The backstage area buzzes with controlled chaos. Technicians shout over each other about sound levels. Charity reps huddle with clipboards. Security checks and rechecks comms. From behind the curtain, a swell of noise rises and falls as the audience files in—fans, press, industry people, a scattering of faces I recognize from other stages. I pace. Hood up.

"Come on, sis, I go back to base soon. For me?" I can't resist C.J.'s puppy eyes, and I let security lead us backstage, my heart pounding harder with each step. What am I doing? I know exactly where this is going to lead. Backstage, it's a frenzy of people. The media is there, and the technical crew is running around, but the security guard walks straight to one of the black doors and opens it for us.