Celebrity Ballbusting Novels & Stories

Mostly from Anna and maybe one or two from Ares. With the way she sent numerous messages at once, one would think she's in trouble. She probably wanted to congratulate me on the success of the Picture Ball. According to her and Sarah, news outlets had deemed it “one of the most exquisite balls in the Picture Balls history” in their Sunday style roundup, which meant I woke up that morning with even more messages crowding my inbox. It was only Monday, and I already had twenty-two new client inquiries, five interview requests, and countless invitations to balls, screenings, and private parties.

"Victoria is planning a public hazing. She's invited every gossip columnist in the city. If I walk in alone, I look weak. If I walk in with a random model, I look frivolous." "So take Liam," Sebastian wiped his face. "He loves free champagne." "I don't need Liam," Harper stepped closer. "I need the CEO of Sterling Corp." "I need the man everyone is afraid of." Sebastian looked down at his legs. His expression darkened. "You want to walk into the biggest event of the year... with a cripple?" "Don't use that word." "It's the truth!" Sebastian snapped. "Look at me, Harper! It's a ball. People dance. People stand around holding drinks. What am I going to do? Roll around at waist-level while you

But after checking the calendar on my phone, I felt like crying. I couldn’t believe I had forgotten and made plans with Amy that night. There was no way I could get out of going to this ball. “I’m sorry, Amy. I can’t meet you and Justin Friday night. I really want to, but I have to go to a ball celebrating the thirtieth anniversary of some friends of Alex and Victor that night.” I hated the disappointed look on my friend’s face. I had let her down. “I really want to meet Justin, but I can’t get out of going to this ball.”

Not from competitors. And certainly not from her own daughter. She stood in the center of the lavish ballroom, her crimson gown cascading like a pool of blood, the weight of whispered conversations pressing against her like an invisible tide. On the massive screen behind her, the breaking news alert continued flashing. “Devereaux Holdings Under Investigation – Anonymous Whistleblower Leaks Confidential Financial Reports” Around her, investors shifted uncomfortably, some stepping away, others checking their phones. It was a public humiliation—a move meant to shake her empire before she even had the chance to strike.

“You cannot treat me this way. I planned to give up my modeling career so we could start a family, and you found someone else?” “Oh, no,” I said. “I—” “We agreed we were over,” Barnett asserted. “About that…” Julia let the sentence trail off with a wicked grin. Suddenly, a gaggle of reporters rushed me and separated me from Barnett. “Anna Hayes! Anna Hayes!” the reporters cried out, each trying to catch my attention as camera phones flashed in my face. “Are you dating Barnett Cogsworth?” one asked. “Why are you trying to break up America’s favorite A-list celebrity couple?” another shouted.

I pulled it out. Notifications. Blowing. Up. #MysteryGirlIn708 #NathanBlakeScandal BREAKING: Billionaire Nathan Caught in Hotel Fling? My hands shook. “SO FAST?!!“