Celebrity Light Novels & Stories

Kelly I couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness as I stood amidst the grandeur of the Moonlight Gala. Jesse had finally agreed to attend one of the most prestigious events in the entire continent, and this was a moment I had been waiting for my entire life. The Moonlight Gala was typically reserved for couples, mainly Alphas and their Lunas. It was an event to showcase our life's accomplishments as leaders in our own right. This was a very exclusive event, reserved only for those deemed worthy. I was one of them, and it gave me so much joy that Jesse finally asked me to accompany him after eight years of missing it. And dare I say, this event exceeded my expectations.

The lights were too bright. Celeste had been under them all her life, but today, today, they didn’t feel like applause. More like a damn interrogation. She sat across from Marla Kinsley, host of StudioTruth LIVE, one of the most-watched interview shows in the country. She’d agreed to this appearance days ago, before the trailer dropped, before the internet tilted in her favor. Before she knew Veronica still had venom left in her fangs. Marla smiled, the camera-friendly kind that didn't reach the eyes.

A nightclub. The music is deep, controlled, and vibrating. One that doesn’t just serve the ears but vibrates in your chest and bones. The lights are deliberately low, LED strips embedded in floors, walls, and bar edges. Spotlights never fully illuminate faces, like it’s screaming, “your secrets are safe with me.” I look around, spotting a couple of familiar faces I’ve seen on TV. These are celebrities, models, executives, etc. Everybody looked dressed for perfection. My pair of trousers and tank top give me away.

As speculations swirled regarding why an emerging stylist garnered such exceptional treatment from a prestigious luxury brand like Light, the company made an official announcement. “We express our gratitude to everyone involved for the flawless success of our show! A special acknowledgment to Miss Renee Hudson, a gifted stylist and a benevolent friend who lent her valuable assistance to Light! It has been an honor to collaborate with Renee!" Their appreciation was quite grand. Furthermore, Light's CEO, in an interview, explicitly mentioned that Renee could approach Light for any high fashion requirements in the future. This implied that Renee enjoyed unparalleled privileges, allowing her to

In the blurred reflection, I could just make out fragments of neon lettering. Holding my breath, I studied it carefully until I recognized a word: Starlight. Starlight Club. That place was in the busiest commercial district of our city—less than three kilometers from my home. For final confirmation, I immediately searched online for "Starlight Club," and clicked into the "User Reviews" section, sorting by most recent. My fingers flew as I scrolled down. Finally, I found a photo posted five minutes ago. In the picture, a group of people was raising their glasses in celebration. Billy sat in the center, grinning like he owned the world.

The only things that match exactly are the two machetes in leather scabbards hanging from their waists. Lights is the oldest male Miracle, born the day after Radar. His real name is Javier. He’s a slender guy of Mexican descent, just a couple inches taller than me, with olive skin and longish black hair he keeps cut short in the front to keep it out of his yellow-gold eyes. His eyes were dark brown until his Power appeared several years ago, when they turned golden. His Power, as his nickname suggests, is light. He can create balls of light with either hand, or shoot a beam of light from his eyes. As he’s gotten older, he’s learned to control the size and the brightness of the balls and beam

"And I am going to ask my brothers to make Liam the face of our luxury jewelry brand, Lumière." Lumière. Even Cora, in her broken state, recognized that name. Lumière was not just any jewelry brand—it was the jewelry brand. Celebrities fought to wear their pieces on red carpets. One campaign with them could launch a career into the stratosphere. A single advertisement could make someone a household name overnight. Cora's stomach twisted. So that was it. That was why Liam had chosen Vanessa. Not just for her beauty or her connections. For everything she could give him that Cora never could. Money. Fame. Power. A future that glittered like the diamonds Lumière was famous for.

'Just a year more' she recited in her head as she comforted herself. As dusk arrived she headed out of her office, tracing her track back home. The city slowly started to grow lively with the light and noise of the night life. She took the stairs to head upstairs. As she opened the door, the darkness that engulfed the room was sparked up with the flip of the switch. The dim light helped dissipate the utter darkness.

“Thank you.” They both cuddled in silence and watched the band performing on stage. “Ellie, I will be busy once I return to Japan. But I will do my best to reach out to you.” Ellie nodded her understanding. She could only imagine the life he had. Naya said he’s a famous idol in his country. He does movies, TV, and recording. A total entertainer is how Naya described him. “Give me your phone.” He said, extending his palm to her. After receiving her phone, he punched numbers on it. “This is my private number. Contact me here any time.”

He was about to take a step forward when Chloe grabbed him and said, "Peanut hasn't eaten, so let's grab something to eat." Ethan let out a frustrated sigh and swallowed the words he'd been about to say. Meanwhile, Calvin walked with me all the way to my door. "Goodnight. Get some rest," he said softly before leaving. I nodded, and just as I stepped inside, I received a call from my best friend, Layla Klein. "How's life going, Meg? I'm on vacation, so let's hang out tomorrow!" I glanced at my packed schedule and groaned. "All my time's spent wrestling with the grim reaper for lives, and I don't exactly have days off right now."