Celebrity Lady Novels & Stories

Sally asked, hesitating. Her hairstyle marked her as a young lady, so it felt improper to address her as a married woman. Selena said nothing. However, the elegant woman gracefully approached with a smile on her lips. "Are you Lady Campbell?" Selena narrowed her eyes. "And you are?" The lady's smile deepened. "I'm merely a nobody of little consequence. Everyone calls me Madam Moone. But you are far too renowned, Lady Campbell. Who in the city does not know your name? The moment I saw your bearing, I knew it had to be you."

The woman impatiently pointed at Stella and exclaimed, "Where did you come from, brat? Scram!" "Felicity booked the entirety of Moonrise Bay today for a party. You should leave now if you know what's good for you. Don't dirty our space!" a tall and thin woman said arrogantly. Felicity? Felicity Portman? I knew that name. She was a microcelebrity who was signed to my husband, Micah Morrison's, entertainment company. They were heavily promoting her recently. She had become popular because of a web drama, but at the same time, her attitude had also become insufferable.

"Ms. Mariana designed a set of clothes for a Female Celebrity, but who would have thought that it would be sold online first. That Female Celebrity performed onstage today and made a lot of jokes about the clothes. That Female Celebrity, in a fit of anger, ran over to the company and beat up Ms. Mariana ..." "What?" When Bernard heard the word 'who', he immediately stood up from his desk. "Who is that woman? Find it immediately. " "I've already found it. A Female Celebrity called Lily is just average." Kian brought the photo to Young Master's desk. "Heh, she actually dares to hit people. Send a few people over right now, beat them back to me tenfold." Bernard ordered coldly.

Many young men moved subtly and some more obviously in her direction. Ernest came to stand by them with a grin. “I have got the gossip from my young lady. She is Lady Celestia Clarence. Her parents kept her on their country estate due to a childhood illness. She only arrived in the city a month ago and she had been making a name for herself. She is openly on a hunt for a husband with a title and she has good pickings, she is attractive.” “I wonder if she was who Dwight was talking about,” Leopold mused aloud.

That had driven her determination to get close to Lily. Lily, on the other hand, had a reason for accepting the lunch date. From the memories of the original owner of the body, she found out Celina's identity. If Mark were the prince of the tech world, then Celina would be the princess. Mrs Williams, Celina's mother, is an international model with international companies that are into fashion and cosmetics. Having someone like her around would help Lily solve some minor and even major problems her new company might have to face. With that in mind, she happily collected the card and promised to call her.

She exclaimed proudly. "By whom?" I wondered. "It's up to you to figure it out." She then hung up the phone. "Damn this girl, she's so rude and arrogant; I can't believe she has the audacity to respond to me in that manner." This girl is so amusing; how did she become a billionaire in the blink of an eye? I've been doing this for 30 years and have worked hard to become one, not like Camilla has that kind of money left for her. This girl will not just make that in three days.

He shook his head and said, "It's all thanks to your good management, we're just investors." They quietly had their conversation. Suddenly, a glamorous woman walked in, and she was the center of attention in the restaurant. "Wow, Barbara!" Hannah also exclaimed. Wilbur frowned because he heard of that name. He glanced at Barbara. She was indeed beautiful, and she looked very confident. "Who is she? Is she famous?" asked Wilbur curiously. Hannah smiled and replied, "You're not from here, so you don't know. She's a trending celebrity in Gango right now, and she's very famous."

She dropped the cup on the ground and it shattered, making the screams crazier. When they finally released her, she found a table with her friends, but a lady is there with them. "Meet the kitchen lady, Lady Selesta." Loud introduced. Adeline gave her a critical look. She's obviously in her early forties. She has so much mascara and black eyeshadow on, making her eyes dark and her lashes thick. Adeline immediately missed the female version of herself, but she greeted the lady anyways. "Nice to meet you, Lady Selesta."

Ellen Miller stole the night. All eyes were on her. No one noticed that the other guest who entered with Ellen was nowhere near her. While Ellen walked to their table, Cecilia hurriedly waded her way with her head down, not wanting to make any eye contact. So, as Ellen sat down in her seat, the crowd realized that the other lady was already there. "What a beautiful lady..." "How come we only saw her now? Is she new in Centriona?" "I think she's Ellen Miller, a famous supermodel!"

Lady C.L? "Who's that?" I couldn't help voicing out in confusion. That lady, who is she? And what was the point of bringing up a person who wasn't even part of the discussion? That's not like him at all. A voice, though, as perplexed as he was, chimed in. "Lady C.L? Isn't that the famous singer from 20 years ago?" Mom questioned. The man in front of us looked at her and gave her a sly grin.