Cast Of Star Darlings Novels & Stories

"Good Afternoon and welcome to your favourite show, " "Inside Stardom" she said with an excited smile as she clapped excitedly. "Well today we have a surprise we won't just be talking with a star we'll be talking to two stars " "Oh my God , drum rolls I think you know it already the most talked about business partners in town right now " "Xavier Dunlop and Ariel Anderson!!!" She called excitedly and they walked in with huge smiles on their faces. "It's so nice to have you both" she said as she stood up walked towards them and pulled them into a short hug.

Even if the information about her was limited, it tackled Andrea Archer as a businesswoman. There was also a photo of her clinging to Gryphon while musing on her diamond engagement ring that she did wear regularly after receiving it. There were also a lot of photos of them walking toward the famous Moissanite’s red carpet and even how Gryphon protected her from Melody. The child within her wanted to blush and squeal, but the one that had logic only grunted. Gryphon must be like her, a good performer. “If only this is all real…” …

I said, putting on the diamond earrings Alexander had left in the bag. "Be careful tonight," Darla said, her tone shifting. "Soft Star deals with a lot of old-money families. There might be people there who know Richard. Who knows about the divorce?" "Let them talk," I said, checking my reflection one last time. "I am not Richard Blackwood's ex-wife tonight. I am Claire Elizabeth Winfred Hayes. CEO."

Aria clicked on it and she exhaled as she read it. She looked up at Dalvin then slowly walked to the middle of the room. She picked up the remote and turned on the television then changed it to the channel she knew talked about the most ridiculous and useless things in Atlanta. She took a seat and watched the screen. It was a show, a show about the rumors in Atlanta. “This is new, Trent. This just came in, the city’s favourite celebrity, Star, has been rumored to be pregnant with Dalvin Ferarri’s child.” The lady said.

His six wives were not only beautiful and charming, but they were all Martial Saints. Ordinary men would be considered lucky if they could marry one of them. How could Darryl have married those six fairies? Darryl felt as if his heart was about to leap out of his throat under Sloan's scrutiny. 'Had she found out that these fairies are not my wives?' Darryl muttered anxiously in his mind. He quickly waved at Natalia. "Oh boy, why do I feel so tired? Third Darling, can you rub my shoulders for me? Second Darling, come and massage my legs. Little Darling, please give me a back massage."

She pleaded, "Ansel, don't leave. Could you stay and sleep with me tonight?" There was a drunken lilt to her voice, and the bright red spaghetti-strap dress she was wearing made her look very seductive. Ansel hesitated and nodded. Anne drunkenly began to undo Ansel's shirt buttons and belt. Their clothes slid off onto the floor as they undressed. My eyes were stinging, and my heart felt as if needles were being plunged mercilessly into it. I turned around hastily to leave. I did not want to keep watching. I comforted myself. They were about to get married and become a lawfully wedded couple.

She added, making sure to feign flummoxity. Lisa heaved a chortle, “I was expecting that. I’m Lisa Carter, would have been Briggs. But I recently divorced my husband, Kurt Briggs. And you must be, Diana Ford? Right?” Her eyes squinted, with furrrowed brows and an index lifted pointing at her.

Lev could only be polite to Daire Thancred because he was the father of his friend, Santiago. Daire nodded slowly, with a thin smile. A strand of his silver hair fell on his forehead. “Thank you, Lev.” “Let’s just start the meeting,” said Cristoval Castellar, head of the Castellar family. He was small in stature and had a slick face. Even so, he was a loyal supporter of the Deammone family since Lev’s father became a member. He never commented on Lev’s behavior here, which, according to Lewin, was rude behavior, and always listened to what Lev said.

Caden was positioned somewhere nearby, close enough to move if something went wrong, far enough away that his presence wasn't obvious. Nobody was far. But Dorian didn't need to know that. He was already seated at a table in the back of the dining room, a private section cordoned off by heavy curtains and the particular discretion that came with enough money to ensure people forgot you existed the moment you left the room. He looked exactly like he always looked — the charming version, the warm smile, the perfect timing of his greeting as they approached, the suit that said I've already won. "Zachary. And you brought Isla. Wonderful." He gestured to the chairs. "Please sit."

She adjusted her coat, sat up straight, and crossed her legs with the grace of someone who knew she didn’t belong—but dared anyone to say it. She was the white swan in a sea of screaming fans. The emcee’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the stars of The Last Ember—Charles Adam and Margeaux Shell!” The crowd erupted. Charles stepped onto the stage, dressed in a sleek charcoal suit, his hair perfectly tousled, his smile camera-ready. Margeaux clung to his arm, radiant in a gold dress, waving sweetly like she was born in the spotlight.