Celebrity Lady Novels & Stories

The lady who helped Iris said something so absurd. “Me? Celebrity? You must be kidding, Ma’am,” Iris responded politely while shaking her head amusingly. “Well, but you are. Not only because you have great cupcakes to sell, but yeah, I saw some paparazzi camped here several days ago and some other days too,” she chuckled upon hearing the lady’s explanation. But Iris chose not to respond and busied herself packing the large bulk of the order the lady put for her. “Do you have a party?” Iris changed the subject.

I know it's an assessment and that's my schedule, but that subject is crazy. "Gen, is this serious or just a prank?" I ask here. There is no way a subject can be this ridiculous. "What about it? You're enrolled as a celestial lady so there is nothing wrong with the schedule." It answered that there is no dust. "Oh." I only answered. "And what is this celestial lady thing?" I asked. Because I only know celestial and not celestial lady. "Celestial Ladies is a high-rank ladies in the society. Celestial Ladies do the praying for the peace of the land and have a healing ability. Celestial Ladies also are the candidate for the crown prince's wife in the future." This is the answer.

This woman was a diva! "Geez!" I muttered, looking at my phone and then at the simple lady in the restaurant again and again. They were the same person, except she looked different. She was probably trying to avoid paparazzi. Which was why she showed up in the very simple fit. Cole wasn't pulling my legs, she was actually a celebrity supermodel. Then what the hell had she been doing shopping at Target? "Have you never heard about her before? Korina is literally everywhere." Cole stole a glance at her as he spoke, his eyes twinkling with wonder.

IVY “Hey, I want to use the cell phone,” I told the woman in charge of all the ladies in rehab. Everyone referred to her as Lady. She was bulky and mostly sulky, and she only gave us access to the phone once every month even though her f*e was super high. Thankfully, I could still access by account, and that was exactly what I had been using to sort out some of my personal needs. “Your f*e,” Lady said as she stretched her hand open.

My fingers move on their own, dragging the cursor over the headline and opening the full article. The fiancé’s name is Selena Gregory, the daughter of a wealthy owner of a chain of exclusive jewelry stores. She herself is well known for her work with many charities. She even works in soup kitchens every Sunday. I want to hate her on principle, but every line I read is more complimentary than the last. Millions donated to starving children… Designs a discount brand of clothing, saying, “Fashion should be for everyone, not just people with a vast amount of disposable income.”

Unfortunately, the world outside was abuzz with rumors related to my marriage with Kylo. The gigantic television screen before me seemed to transport me to a private cinema, yet even the beauty of my room couldn't distract me from the incessant buzzing of my phone. With each scroll through the endless comments and speculations, a knot tightened in my stomach. "Which celebrity is Varya Luther?" "Is she using another name on stage? Please someone tell us." "It is either the most handsome billionaire CEO chose an ordinary girl or the celebrity is hiding behind another name." The relentless comments from strangers were suffocating. Did they really need to know every detail of my life?

Claire was quite grateful to him for that act. The lady that stood with them was none other than Darla Roberts. The renowned blogger who specialized in celebrity gossip and scandal. Her blog, 'Daring' was the most read in all the country. She was well-known and most people tended to avoid having encounters with her to prevent their secrets being exposed. She could also resort to blackmail to get whatever she wanted. Claire knew that the moment she brought herself out to the public, there would be wolves ready to rip her to bits but she was prepared. She wouldn't let anyone bring her down or know her including the infamous Darla.

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

Leonard replied quickly, making Jeanne frown. "Why not? They are my nieces, and I’ve got some cute names for them!" Leonard shrugged her off, and she pulled out her phone to take pictures of my babies together. "Fine! If you won’t let me name them, then I will be the first to announce that Mr. Celebrity Leo Smith's wife just gave birth to two adorable identical girls," she said, typing away and posting it, making everyone laugh. I shook my head at their childish banter. This is the kind of life I’ve always wanted—full of laughter, happiness, and peace. I stared at everyone chatting happily, with huge smiles on their faces.

"...well, to meet those hot celebrities---you know, they've got that perfect bodies----" "at anong nangyari nung palapit kana sa mga celebrities na yon, Liam?" I cut him off when I think alam ko na kung saan na papunta ang sasabihin nito. Agad na naman itong sumimangot na parang bata.