Celebrity Light Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Sure.” Realizing that Zayn was not putting up a fight, Julius teased, “Mr. Larson, does that mean you’re actually acquainted with Annabelle then? I’m not talking about any old D-Lister Annabelle. I’m talking about Annabelle Laking—singer, actress, variety show star. I’m talking about one of the biggest celebrities of our time.” Apparently, Julius had taken Zayn for a fool. Zayn looked him in the eye as he assured coolly, “Nonsense, who else would it be? What other Annabelle did you think I was referring to?”

The scene was obviously same people, different party. I kept my eyesight as keen as possible and somehow the lights were actually on my side. Marlon’s party was purposely dim with lots of glowing stuff that we almost looked like we are on Star Wars or something. This party, in terms of the lighting, at least have a decent amount of light, almost bright enough to instantly recognize the person standing right in front of you.

It hurt so badly that I broke out in cold sweat and pulled myself into a fetal position, shivering hard under my blankets. I thought of getting something to drink and got up, carelessly making my way downstairs to the kitchen. The lights in the living room weren't turned on. However, I caught sight of a dark figure sitting on the couch in the darkness. It was Leonard. He sat on the couch without moving a muscle. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, the faint glow flickering in the dark. I didn't dare to make a sound and thought of retreating as quietly as possible. "Since you're already up, you might as well come over."

I shook my head, inhaled deeply, and said, "Let's head out." Elliott gave a subtle nod, casually slung his arm around me, and we made our way into the villa. I never crossed paths with Calvin after that day. ... A year later, at the Reynolds' gala, I accidentally heard about Calvin's fate. "Did you hear? The Porters in Cascade City are done for." "Which Porters? Oh, you mean Calvin, the one who had a taste of fame, went under, and tried to rise again?" "Exactly. Rumor has it his company's cash flow is dead in the water, he's swamped with debt, and now he's probably homeless."

For the 98th time, Darren skipped our Luna crowning ceremony. He was too busy basking in the glory of his 999th battle victory at a party thrown by his childhood friend, Betty. The whole place was buzzing with excitement, with everyone nudging Darren to make his move and officially mark Betty. "Darren and Betty, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! Time to make it official with a Luna crowning!" "Can't mark her? At least steal a kiss, dude!"

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

Nate, who was the flower boy, trailed behind Henry with a small bouquet in hand. From my seat in the crowd, I saw the look of bliss on Emma's face, and I felt happy for her. The lights dimmed, and the spotlights focused on the newly married couple. Stuart sat beside me. Henry's law firm conducted business with the company, and Stuart had been invited as a VIP guest. He was acting somewhat differently today. He seemed a bit restless. Observing the happy couple, I couldn't resist remarking with a sigh, "Emma looks so happy!"