Behind The Scenes Novels & Stories

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.

Zithea, who appeared out of nowhere. To be continued

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.

“Enjoy being fucking see-through.” The screen behind me flickered to life.

The words froze me to the core. Who was behind this? **********

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!"

Never. Someone was behind.

" 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?"