Celebrity Ballbusting Novels & Stories

The deep, undisturbed kind of sleep that only comes when you know you’ve won. A glass bottle crashing to the floor jolted me awake. Whiskey. It hit the ground and rolled under the bed. I blinked, then reached for the remote and clicked on the TV. BREAKING NEWS: SEBASTIAN LANCASTER EXPOSED AS FRAUD. I leaned back, grinning like the devil. Every major station was running it. Headlines flashing. Commentators losing their minds. It was bigger than I imagined. Even gossip blogs and influencer feeds had picked it up.

Lev is one damn good kisser and he wouldn’t mind kissing him all over—yup, one kiss and he’s all addicted. Shaking his head, he left their apartment. Aside from the commercial shoot today, he is required to attend a charity ball this evening. He doesn’t want to attend but like what he said, he is damn required to be there. His “rumored” scandals remained as rumors and will never be true but it doesn’t mean it has no damage. Just because he always seems fine living this kind of life, he’s reputation has been ruined by it immensely. Like for example, it didn’t escape the long discussion that happened before he was to even attend the charity ball—how can they not have a long discussion when the

Kathleen asked me since we're just in the same restroom. "Ball? What ball?" "The ball where the CEO of this company will announce their partnership with the Modens. That'll be a huge news in the whole world for sure. And there will be lots of famous people also papparazis." "Oh. Then I won't attend." I said. "And why not?" "You already said that famous people and known people are going to attend that ball. That only means that we have no place in that ball. We still need to clean the company building."

The charity ball in itself was okay and pleasurable; it was the happenings before it that made it to the social media pages and forums. No one in the media missed how Moissanite Hotel threw out a group of influencers for disrespecting the fiancée of the president of Pearce Empire. Before that, there was a slapping incident that involved the same fiancée.

Sasha walked down the stairs wearing a black bum short and a white shirt and saw her father excitedly watching a breaking news. *Just in* the five famous bloggers just released a hot riddle that left the internet ablaze, in a post they released early this morning, the bloggers exposed that an unidentified politician is having a secret affair with a famous celebrity, they claimed that the celebrity is well-known and almost the topic of the day, they decided to let their fans find out who they are.* The news read. Sasha opened her mouth before seating down. Mr Jones laughed evilly. "Dad...I don't understand, what happened?" Sasha questioned.

Evidence scattered everywhere, documenting purchased online trolls, manufactured public opinion, and coordinated cyberbullying campaigns against innocent people. "Take a good look at what you've been doing under that 'socialite fraud buster' title of yours! Sean, those so-called 'fake socialites' she exposed, were they really gold diggers trying to take someone's money? Those people were innocent nobodies who did nothing wrong! "And for the record, my bag, my watch, and my car are all real. Here are the purchase receipts. Georgina called them fakes because she was jealous!" Evidence rained down everywhere, tearing open the truth about what this so-called ultimate fraud buster had really been

Her laugh was brittle and fake, the sound grating against the soft classical music that filled the ballroom. Caleb's entire body went rigid at her words. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and when he turned to look at Olivia, his usually gentle expression had hardened into something cold and unfamiliar. "Shut up, Olivia," Caleb said, his words surprising her as he dropped his glass and moved towards Liam and Deborah. The crystal shattered against the marble floor with a sharp crash that made nearby couples pause in their dancing. Champagne spread in a golden puddle around the broken pieces, but Caleb was already walking away, his dress shoes clicking determinedly against the polish

As he was dragged out of the room by the bodyguards, I left with Dean. That night, Lea finally snapped. Refusing to be discarded so easily, she went to the media in a desperate, all-or-nothing move. Overnight, the headline “Popular Ballerina Clara Interferes With A Billionaire’s Relationship” exploded across the internet. I became the home-wrecking mistress everyone condemned, with my past dug up and exposed. Even the fact that I was an orphan was twisted into a so-called sin.

“You think I don’t verify my sources?” I laughed then, humorless. “Sources?” My voice dropped, low and accusing. “Don’t insult me, Celeste. I know exactly what that was. You fed a blogger pretending to be a journalist and had him throw medical accusations at me on camera.” My pulse kicked up, anger finally overriding shock. “You really teamed up with some hack to say I hid an eyes condition? To ruin me because you couldn’t stand seeing me skate again?”

Zion had forgotten our date! I wanted to call him to remind him, but something held me back. Maybe it was my shattered dream. I waited for two hours and finally changed into my pajamas and sat down in front of the television to watch a movie to cheer me up. Maybe he got busy at the last minute. However, something in the most happening entertainment news channel caught my attention. I gaped at Zion, caught on camera with five to six glamorous women at a charity ball! The Concorde Group hosted a ball tonight and donated an enormous sum of money from the proceeds to the poor!