Celebrity Light Romane & Geschichten

A welcoming smile. “Since you lily-livered, chicken hearted, scardypants, pisspants, yellow backs, sissys —all synonyms of coward, by the way— refused to go first, my home girl and someday wife—” the crowd jeered loudly with laughter erupting from the regulars whom, I guessed, knew who he was talking about. “Yeah, that sweet babe. All you doubters would eat your butts once I announce our wedding anytime soon.” They cackled again, some hitting their tables in their merriment. “Without further ado, I welcome to winky lucky’s famous, star producing stage, Light!” The bright lights went out, and the steady smoke from the smoke machine created this air of mystery that caused everywhere to grow si

“You’ve won!” I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it like it had personally offended me. “I didn’t enter any lottery.” “Oh, this isn’t the lottery, sir! This is even better.” A pause for effect that I did not appreciate. “The name Victor Dusky has been selected as a VIP guest for the Annual Festival of Light.” I froze. Did she say Festival of Light? my monster asked, suddenly alert. “Isn’t that the one—” I started.

To think that in another corner of the world, a brother who shared my blood and my exact face had been searching for me all this time. “Julian…” With red eyes, he leaned down and wrapped me in a tight embrace. “I’m here. I’ll always be here. From now on, there will only be light in your life.” I nodded. That was right. My name was Clara Vance now, not Ella Long, and it certainly wasn’t Ella Mercer anymore.

LET US WELCOME THE STAR OF TODAY'S OCCASION. All lights turnedoff, and, the whole place was dark; a light popped only on where Faith was standing. She walked down the aisle step by step. Leaving everyone breathless. Background music started playing. The light finally turned on. "The crowd fell into a stunned silence before the whispers started.” Lydia stomped her foot angrily. She touched Cassius. “Didn't we agree Iwouldl be the light of this party?” Cassius forgot to breathe. Just stared.” Lydia pinched him, bringing him back. She faked tears. “She stole my spotlight.”

Kehlani (Saturday Afternoon) The hall doors opened. My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe it. The setting, the light, the designs. Everything was grand. I smiled, joyful. The warm golden light reflected on the huge LED lights that stretched at the back of the stage. My photos were everywhere. From yesterday's shoot. Trevor had also posted them on social media platforms. My phone had been buzzing with a lot of Happy birthday messages. The music was soft, there was a pianist there. We're still on the welcome part.

Ronald answered curtly, "Mr. Lyon, we only had men today." Adrian's face fell. "Maybe she was just traveling and lost her ID by accident." Jack was about to agree but then had a sudden thought. "No, Mr. Lyon, there's more than just guests at the underground casino. There's also 'merchandise'!" Ronald went pale, realizing something. Adrian's calm broke, and he could not maintain his gentlemanly act. He spun around and glared at Ronald. "Where's the new 'merchandise' today?! Where?!"

@DeluluDiaries: Girlie is living in a fantasy world. @HotTakeHarriet: She served tho. Audacity = 10/10. @RichieWatch: Honestly? That level of confidence should be studied. It was like watching my dignity shatter in real time. I scrolled further and gasped. Headlines. Actual headlines. “Former heiress claims billionaire CEO still wants her back.” “Leo Kingsley’s old flame resurfaces: Who is Celeste Montgomery?” “#KingsleysCrush trends after explosive confrontation at Lumière.”

The company's rumor mill went into overdrive in the chat group, and after a few daring souls tagging the main characters, Marvin and Wendy's names were suddenly everywhere. [At last, the open secret's out, and they can stop sneaking around like kids stealing candy from a candy shop!] [Do you think their parents realize how tough it is for their kids to scrounge up those sweet moments day by day?] [Enough said, let's toast to our old pal!] Marvin was in that company-wide chat too, and he did not miss a beat — every message was read. However, he never corrected their wild guesses or the face-to-face congratulations. He seemed to relish the spotlight.

Astrid said, throwing her hands wildly in the air. “For five minutes of fame!” Astrid cackled bitterly, “I left Lee for five fucking minutes of fame.” Dreia stared at her sympathetically, taking the second shot in the row without Astrid noticing. “So!” Astrid exclaimed again, making Dreia jump, “Nothing matters! But you know what does? A YouTube channel.” “You are not making any sense.” “Come on, I know you have a camera there somewhere.” Astrid demanded, slurring very loudly. Dreia simply laughed.