Celebrity Ballbusting Novels & Stories

“...I heard there’s a new Midnight Ballerina...” My heart crashed into my stomach. The Silicon Box Party. The biggest night of the month. The night that made me a legend. The night that birthed my name. And now someone else, someone had taken my crown. As soon as the girls walked away, I slipped out of the car, hood over my head, and hurried to the giant poster board. One look, and my jaw almost dislocated. Chelsea Baker. My enemy. The one woman I swore would never touch my throne.

Less than two hours after the Lewis Family banquet, news articles about them flooded the internet: - "Business Tycoon Jonathan Caught Cheating Again: Affair Exposed During Wife's Birthday Celebration" - "New York Beauty Jasmine Wears Fake Vera Dress, Exposed in Public" - "Socialite Megan's Bizarre Striptease at Birthday Party Stuns Guests" - "Scott Trapped in Bathroom: A Series of Unfortunate Events" Major media outlets eagerly covered the chaos, providing ample material for netizens to gossip about. The comment sections were ablaze with reactions:

The rainbow lights swirling on the dancefloor at Neon were bouncing off perfectly on the cream colored dress Robyn was wearing. She was easily swaying to the music not far from the bar, keeping a safe distance from Tony and Ella. She had told him to just take it easy with her, no pressuring her. She told him not to bring up his hobby in collecting band T-shirts and plant seeds. Not that is was anything weird, some people collected teeth. From dead people! Creepy right?

“Oh…” Of course. The Star Ball. It wasn’t just a party. It was the event of the year, the place where reputations were made or destroyed. Billionaires, business moguls, celebrities - it was the playground for the powerful. Getting invited meant you were somebody in this city. Not being invited… Elizabeth buried her face again. “They didn’t even acknowledge me. Me. Elizabeth Moretti. I’ve walked their carpets, I’ve hosted their brunches… but because my store’s struggling now, I’m invisible to them.”

"Shhh. Hush now..." "Winter, are you sure you're going to that ball? People from the media and some haters might just follow you around." Matthew said to me while I was preparing for the ball where famous celebrities will be awarded. He already knows about the rumors too and was asking me to not show myself for a while until the rumor lies down. "I should go there at least before hiding. That company already announced the best actress of the year and told me it was me. I'll just go there and get my trophy, that's it."

The kiss was the spark. The ensuing twenty-four hours were the conflagration. It began not as a fire, but as a tremor. A grainy, ten-second video, shot on a smartphone from the Met terrace, uploaded to a social media platform with the caption, “Ummm… did Clarkson Roberts just come out?? #BillionaireKiss #OceansGala.” For the first hour, it was a ripple in a very large pond, noticed mostly by the uploader’s friends and a few dedicated celebrity gossip forums.

"So you are the mysterious ballerina of the city. Ms. Kimberly, am I right?" "I am" I answered hesitantly as I was taken aback by his suspicious tone. "A simple ballerina moved here and she lived in a simple apartment, but her school was surprisingly luxurious and she paid her workers well. She later moves in with a man who owns billions then suddenly he's involved in an accident." He narrowed his eyes at me. "That's a pretty interesting story, isn't it?"

“The green ball event is where Miss Kimberly and the Boss met for the first time ” Hayden took his time slowly saying those words. Any stupid fool could understand his reason without even knowing why the big boss had often avoided the invitation to the green ball event. The green ball event is somewhat a gathering only for elites who held great dominance over New York's affairs, and that particular event, he met Kimberly. “If that is why my proposal got rejected then he is even more selfish than I am! ” She humped annoyed at what he had sprouted and took her way into the hospital.

Malea's POV The following two weeks were nothing but hectic. It was either photos shoots or interviews with different magazines. It was our last day in Rome and Lucian, Ales and I sat in the living room, the show Bigtime Buzz on. Bigtime Buzz is a celebrity insider show that informs everyone on the lastest scandals and hookups in the celebrity world. I think most of their info is fake and leads most people on, but it's still entertaining to watch. Ales had insisted Lucian and I watch with her because she said someone had told her she was going to be on the show tonight.

Clara responds. The FameFamous Blog is renowned as the leading source for entertainment, celebrity gossip, and news. When they publish something about someone, you can trust that it's true, even if they sometimes embellish the details for the sake of sensationalism. This situation is absolutely absurd! I can't believe I'm going to be featured on a blog. This just can't be happening. "Mommy, are you alright?" Bella's voice reaches my ears, filled with concern and a touch of annoyance.