Behind The Scenes Novels & Stories

“We’re behind schedule.” Behind schedule was the anthem of the night. It carried me forward before my mind could catch up. I let myself be pulled. We moved fast through the narrow corridors backstage, past racks of garments sealed in plastic, makeup artists crouched on stools, models pacing with eyes closed and lips moving silently as if rehearsing bravery. Orders were barked in three languages. Music throbbed faintly through the walls, a distant heartbeat. “Where the hell have you been?” he demanded as we turned a corner.

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.

Fabe glance behind Mimi to see if someone is after her, but no one's following her. "Behind you!" Fabe turned around and saw Bryce and Irene.

I nodded, his eyes linger on mine for some seconds before he turned his head and left leaving the door open for me. We were on our way to Allah knows where no words were spoken between us. total silence was maintained. “We are going to a party and I'm going to meet important people, so I want you to behave well, as this gathering is very important to me” he finally said breaking the silence.

I’d always imagined what it was like behind the scenes of whatever was setting society ablaze. People often think it’s the same glamorous experience for both sides, but i’ve always known it’s not the same. For everyone and everything that has ever become famous, there has always been someone behind the scenes, always been a group of people that worked tirelessly day and night to make it happen. Everyone else has their eyes on the dresses and my slew of unusual models as they all file out, but I have my eyes on them instead, watching each wonder filled eye and astonished expression sends a thrum of something heady to my veins.

She was right there, by my side, silent but present. They all wanted me to be my old self again, mischievous or not. No matter how brash or bossy I got, they were my rock-solid support. All eyes were on me, like a scene straight out of one of my dreams. However, I just smiled, not turning them away, not fully embracing them either. After all, not every epiphany deserves forgiveness, right? …

I couldn't afford for him to become suspicious of my true motives. Oliver and Meredith headed to the preparation room for their final adjustments. Meanwhile, I discovered that my arranged seat was at the very back of the conference room, so I couldn't see anything. It was obvious that they were trying to humiliate me. I sent a message to Penelope, telling her to take action. The show was about to start, after all. Radiant light shone down from the dome of International Conference Center. Oliver's entrance onto the stage was accompanied by thunderous applause.

Gloria staggered toward me. Her carefully done makeup was streaked with sweat and tears, her hair plastered messily to her face. "Clive, honey. I'm sorry. I really am!" She dropped to her knees in front of me and grabbed my pant leg with both hands. "I-I lost my head just now. I was scared of offending Mr. Burgess and the others. I was afraid it would ruin the company's deals… I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean to deny you or Luke. Please believe me. You have to believe me!"

" I put in effort in those. Can't you see??" "An effort that almost cost us eighty million dollars. Luckily for you, I know how to use a backspace key." Winston stepped back, crossing his arms. "Is there anything else you require assistance with, or can I return to my desk to ensure you don't inadvertently declare bankruptcy before noon?"

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