Celebrity Imagines の小説・ストーリー

They were talking about his new movie he just did and had been trending. I smiled when I saw his picture. He was wearing a white shirt and a jean trouser. I saved his picture and put back my phone into my old fashioned bag. I really wish I could see him face to face. I had crush on him since he started acting. He's everyone's crush. Even the old ones are crushing on him. The breeze blew my hair and made scattered all over my face. Just as i was trying to tie with a rubber band. A car passing by splash mud on my dress.

Sebastian asked, his tone inquisitive. Thea shook her head lightly. “No, Sir. I haven’t even had time to like someone imaginary.” “What do you mean?” Sebastian frowned. “I mean… liking celebrities—like handsome Korean idols or those Turkish actors everyone my age seems to adore. They’re willing to save money just to buy albums, attend concerts, or collect merchandise. But me? I never even had time to think about things like that… let alone imagine being in a relationship.” Thea chuckled quietly, almost laughing at herself, while Sebastian remained frozen—still caught up in thoughts about how unexpectedly different the woman in front of him truly was.

Imani is the walking definition of an I*******m baddie; she's got the ambiguous features courtesy of her being half black and half Filipino. She's got curly hair, slightly slanted eyes, full pouty lips- that I suspect fillers have helped her achieve. I text Libby who it is. Libby: Cool, have fun you hear? I tell her I will, and she seems to hesitate before replying to me. Libby: So, some rumours have been flying around, apparently ITENS is getting a new CEO. Me: For reals? Libby: Yeah, but it's just rumours for now Nothing's been confirmed yet. Btw, when do you get back?

Mom teases as Dad rolled his eyes as we both let out a low chuckle. "For today's social media headlines,we have just receive a headlines report about Mr.Rain Celeste a famous manga writer and illustrator whom won the awards for a coupple of years before has now dating someone younger than him,the people think that he might be only abusing and using this young man into his fun.Here is the photo evidence we got from the hidden uploader."

She grumbled throughout lunch and cursed at the men for their bad taste as if she was the one who was ignored on stage. In contrast to her bad moor during lunch, Kinsey suddenly became cheerful in the evening. "Do you have some good news?" Irene was confused. "Good news. Great news!" Kinsey answered and sized Irene up and down for a while. "Irene, have you ever thought about becoming a celebrity?" "Celebrity? Me?" Irene pointed at herself and reached out to touch Kinsey's forehead. "Kinsey, you don't have a fever, do you?" "No!" Kinsey turned on her phone and said, "Irene, you have to be prepared. I think you will be on the front page of major media outlets soon." "Why?"

I don’t want to be friends with these people either— people whose lives circulate around fame, money, sex, and drugs; people with no depth. However, that’s the reality of the country’s elites. The public romaticises the idea of us, celebrities. They think everyone present in the Gala event are perfect beings. But if they were to see what goes on after the cameras are turned off, they'll see that we're all living worthless lives. So, we all fake our smiles in front of the public to keep our careers, and our reputation afloat.

"People pay for all kinds of nonsense nowadays. There are people who even get rich just by publishing the photos of a plate of food, imagine when it's about someone famous. The whole world to see what the celebrity is doing. You're Saltuk Mohamet's sister, aren't you?” "I don't know that name," I replied in a milder tone. The photographer took a good look at my face. He should be noticing the slightly shiny hair, with brown touches, the dark eyes and the skin that even with my days of home isolation still boasted a bronze glow. Although there were many indications for my lies, he seemed in doubt whether or not he should believe me, and even observed the photos with a certain sadness. "And wh

She stopped and shook her head, “In my defense, I thought he was single.” A short chuckle escaped my lips. Afterwards, it went quiet, as if the whole forest was listening. “I’m sorry,” I broke the silence, meeting Anne’s gaze. “I judged you,” “Well, that’s my persona. A flirty actress, I understand you’d think bad things about me.” I nodded. I should have understood Anne better after working years in the showbiz world. Some celebrities fake their personality to gain fame. I should know this better if I’m the one who gave Liam Tate his playboy image.

Yet, Catelyn, in turn, comforted Joanne, "It's okay. We're not going to get mad, okay? She can do whatever she likes." "You're just too kind!" Joanne rolled up her sleeves with her puffed cheeks. "If I were you, I would just walk up to her and give her two big slaps!" She had wanted to hit Quinn for so long. Catelyn poured her a glass of lemonade. "You should care more about your public image. You're a celebrity, and you should know there always are paparazzi out there, constantly taking hundreds of photos of you every day just to get one that you don't look good in. So, do you still want your fame?"

“Jesus. I’m going to end up in a Buzzfeed listicle.” “Charlotte—” Emily tries. “Maybe it’s a rumor,” I say too loudly, cutting her off. “Maybe the curator was wrong. Maybe it’s an ex and she doesn’t know they broke up. Or maybe, they’re fake engaged! Celebrities do that. For publicity. Or image. Or taxes. Right?” I swipe open my laptop with wet fingers, dragging the towel around me as I settle on the edge of the bed. My hair’s dripping onto the keyboard but I don’t care.