Celebrity Light Novels & Stories

His eyes began to hurt from the intense brightness. Seconds later, the giant trolls were all blocked by the white light that came in between them and the great armies. The light made a cut across the battlefield separating the two parties. It was almost like a huge wall now. Its height going up to a hundred meters. King Sindrion Celeste looked at his wife knowingly. The others remained shocked and confused by the magical great light. Just before any of them could recover, the wall of light started to move forward, in different directions, like a semicircle expanding.

He vowed to do everything he could to protect those he loved. Starlight Scandal TV, known for its sensational exposés and exclusive interviews, had been relentlessly promoting the upcoming show. The host, a notorious gossipmonger named Victoria Hughes, reveled in the attention and was eager to deliver the 'shocking secrets' that would rock the entertainment world. The studio buzzed with activity as the crew put the final touches on the set. The stage was adorned with dramatic lighting and bold graphics, designed to capture the attention of viewers and heighten the excitement.

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.

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?!"

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.

I took a seat in front of the vanity mirror, the bright bulbs casting a halo of light around me. The theme of tonight's fashion show was elegance and glam, and it was aptly named "Lumière Eternelle," the eternal light. The entire event revolved around capturing the timeless allure of fashion, with designs that would illuminate the night and leave a lasting impression. The anticipation of stepping onto the runway and showcasing the essence of this theme coursed through my veins.

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

The scent of Elena's signature vanilla candles filled the air, mixing with the aroma of the Italian food. Clara bounced out of the bedroom they shared, eyes wide with barely contained excitement. "Oh my God, you're actually him. You're actually the coffee shirt guy. This is wild." "Clara!" Claire hissed, mortified. "What? I'm just saying, you're taller in person than in photos. It's actually kind of impressive." Clara stuck out her hand with confidence. "I'm the smart sister. Claire's the pretty one who throws beverages at wealthy people."

I demand. She silently turns the screen to me and boldly written on her screen is the most ridiculous headline ever. Insiders Claim Lumiere Deal Was Sealed by Romance, Not Talent.