Behind The Scenes Novels & Stories

Someone could be naked for Christ's sake. "Follow me now." He ordered with an air of authority. We exchanged looks and followed her immediately. Moving out, the man had led us backstage. Our changing room was really close to it, I wondered how we didn't catch any noise from there. They must have a good soundproof system. There was a large screen at the back which showed what happened on stage. I studied it closely. There were several rows of seats full of spectators, scrutinising the show. Noah Park the three others stood out the most with the most intimidating aura around them, setting them apart from the general.

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She wasn't going to be a good girl and stay quiet in the back anymore. Backstage, the air buzzed with controlled urgency. Assistants scrambled, got the microphones ready, and looked over last-minute notes. The countdowns, live feeds and comments were already pouring in on the screens before the interview even began. The world was on its eyes. Waiting. Hungry. Aria sat quietly in the chair with her hands lightly in her lap. Facing down on the water. A storm underneath.

The venue, now filling up, buzzes with conversation, fashionistas exchanging compliments and speculations about the show. Before the show begins, the energy backstage is electric. Models weave through a maze of racks filled with shimmering fabrics, bold prints, and sleek cuts. Designers hover over their creations, making last-minute adjustments. Makeup artists wield their brushes like magic wands, transforming faces with precision, sharp contours, daring eyeshadows, and lips painted in rich, bold hues. Hair stylists work frenetically, sculpting intricate hairstyles, some sleek and minimalist, others wild and avant-garde. After watching the models rehearse their perfect and timed walks, Clari

"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.

another has crept up from behind me. I gulped in panic. This is a scene I understand too well.

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 miss them so much. I was still in shock — I was really going to work at The JACOBS Company. That’s crazy! The thought of it made my stomach flutter. I had only been to the office once for my interview, and it wasn’t much of a distance from my house. Yet, I didn’t want to show up all sweaty, so I quickly ordered a ride, which was just a few minutes away. Before going i saw my reflection in the mirror and whispered to myself, “Damn, your girl looks so fine. I’m not about to play with this position.”

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