Celebrity Imagines Novels & Stories

Cordelia glanced at them coldly and stared at the boy named Tony. He was quite handsome. He had smothering eyes and a sharp nose. He had a cool, bad-boy look. If he was in movies, he would have many women on their knees. However, she clenched her fists when she recalled what they said about Carter. “The celebrities Imperial Media signs are reputable for having artistic skills and good ethics.” She scoffed. “Apart from good acting skills, they need a great reputation in the circle.

Next to Jack's picture were tiny portraits of her, Catherine, and Ben Carter, their resolution pitifully low. “That’s outrageous!” Hailey screamed, her voice cracking with grievance. “Me! Hailey Sterling! The financial tycoon of Wall Street! The future fashion icon! Am I only worth this tiny little block of paper?!” She grabbed a (surviving) cushion and slammed it to the ground, as if it were her enemy. “And! Why did they photograph me like a just-woke-up otter?! Where’s my highlight?! Where’s my jawline?! Don’t these terrorists have any basic aesthetic sense?!”

"Look here, some have started your fan pages as well. They're making AI images of you in different contexts. This shirtless one is great. You're popular, boy." Kyle rolled his eyes as if saying: You speaking like I wasn't popular before. The spotlight seemed to follow Kyle wherever he went. There was always an article popping up each week (without fail) either talking about his colorful dating life, or his achievements in the corporate world. He was a celebrity billionaire. Oh no, he didn't like the title at all, it's what the users online made and called him. Anyway, he ordered himself a junk meal as he sat down to discuss his mother's company with Falcon.

“But I'm going to make it looks like real especially when people asks so we should do it.” Celo continued teasing his best friend without making him to notice it. “So you two will pretend like you're a celebrity that people likes to ship? Going on in a date with some paparazzi trailing behind you too and secretly taking photos of you. Remember you are the son of the famous businessman in this country and you're handsome. I know you know since we entered inside this restaurant, all eyes are on you.” Eli echoed, “Uh-oh! Not me.” She purposely did a mean smile.

Hearing internet slang from his mouth is the funniest thing in the world. “Aren't you using too much internet? What is next? Couple videos?” “h*ll no. I can't do half of the cringe things they do.” “Figures. I can't imagine me doing makeup on your face.” Caleb made a cringed expression imagining himself in full glam, a dress, and heels. “I am traumatized just by imagining it.” “Caleb the cold and ruthless CEO Doing a couple of makeup challenges. The internet is going to go mad.”

She seemed so familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before. It was not until I looked up and saw the television screen in the subway car, where a new media advertisement was introducing the world's most famous young entrepreneurs. The head of Grand Group, Qadir, also known as Quinn in Celestian. Every single one of his photos was just like how she saw him today, a white shirt paired with black trousers, topped with glasses with golden frames, looking calm and reserved. The only difference was that he looked cold and noble in the photos, while in real life, he appeared gentle and approachable, even a bit silly and dazed.

After all, she was their goddess. She’s an angel to many people. She’s pure while they knew him as the entertainment circle’s bratty heir. A second generation heir who knew nothing but to make trouble. He cannot help but sneer at the irony of it all. If people only knew what a scheming sl*t, their goddess was. They will definitely throw up every time they see her crying like a widow. A month after his hiatus, Ryo sits still as a makeup applies makeup on him.

I immediately opened my mouth in reflex to everything. “What’s wrong? Why is everyone staring at me?” I asked. “Did you take a selfie with anyone this lately? The pictures of you and a celebrity combater was taken round the net.” She said in a whispery tone as we walked. “What do you mean by a celebrity combater?” I questioned her. She narrowed her eyes before actually replying me. “Someone who is famous for beefs with celebrities. The company is afraid he will make a bad name for Pink Moda. Thus, the bosses summon you.” She said. A part of me died down as she said that. Not again?

If you wrap it up, it should be easy to become famous. When I was stunned, something seemed to emerge in my mind that she had never seriously considered before. About a month ago, there was a vague discussion in the cast. He can't remember the specific content, which probably means that she looks like the popular online celebrity. That online celebrity, it seems, is called Xianbei. 'You mean I'm very similar to that online celebrity named Xianbei?' Cassie nodded readily: 'Smart, then do you know which company that Xianbei belongs to?'