Celebrity Light Novels & Stories

Celina looked at Light and noticed the unreadable expression in his eyes, she patted his back. "Come on, we will figure things out," she encouraged and Light nodded before wearing his professional smile. Lily had also returned to her calm self by the time they walked on the stage with the others. "What took you guys so long?" Avon asked but immediately kept quiet as he saw Light walking up the stage with Celina. Upon seeing him, the crowd erupted into an uproar with girls screaming his name! "Omg! It's Light! Light is on team four!" Seeing the people's enthusiasm, the host laughed.

With that, Susan collapsed to the floor, completely defeated. She was escorted out of the gallery by security—disgraced and done for. Meanwhile, Stellar rose to fame overnight. Someone had filmed everything and posted it online. The true identity of "Sole Light" was finally revealed—she was a young woman, and oddly enough, she looked strikingly familiar. It didn’t take long before someone dug up old news articles and realized she was the aerospace engineer—an industry legend in her own right. Shining bright in two completely different fields, she inspired even more awe than before.

] Watching this farce unfold, the last ripple of emotion in my heart finally settled. All that remained was cold, detached spectatorship. Until my eyes passed over that official account's name for the third time: Starlight Media. I abruptly closed the app and swiped through my contacts, finding the one I had saved as "Uncle." I opened his feed. His latest post was from half an hour ago. A selfie in a massive conference room. He was wearing an outrageously flashy light-purple shirt, grinning from ear to ear. The caption read: [New quarter. Starlight's brats, go all out for me—bonuses doubled!]

Henry realized it was on the way and nodded. "Alright, I'll take you there." "Great! Thank you so much!" Celeste replied excitedly. It made things easier and, more importantly, safer for her. When they left the airport, she asked, "By the way, what's your name?" "Henry Truman. And you?" "Me? You'll know me once I remove my sunglasses," Celeste said confidently. Even though she had only been in the entertainment industry for three years, she was already a hugely popular celebrity.

He picked up his cell phone and called Nurse Naomi, putting the phone on loudspeaker so everyone could hear the conversation. "Good evening, Doctor Jonas," Nurse Naomi greeted. "Good evening, Nurse Naomi. I wanted to ask you something," Tristan said. "Oh yes, please, Doctor Tristan." "That show you were watching earlier, the celebrity outing, was it live?" "Yes, yes, Doctor Tristan, it was live. But it's over now because the celebrity is on a plane." "Which TV channel was it on?" Trevor asked, interrupting. "Uh, it's a new TV channel, sir," Nurse Naomi replied nervously. "I think it's only been around for the past six months, and those celebrity vlogs are their mainstay. It's called the 81er

Only light. Only waiting.

I clicked on my lighter, but nothing happened. “Here,” and a flame appeared from my right. I leaned in, pulling on my cigarette to get it going. I looked further up the arm, and there stood a young man, probably a little older than me but not a lot. He had a buzzcut, something that looked like he did it himself, with impeccable green eyes. “Don’t mind Ed,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips. “He was born that way, and we can’t seem to change it.” His accent was so thick, I had to concentrate a little to understand what he said. “I’m Liam,” he ended, holding out his hand.

Too many eyes. Later, after the cake, more music. More laughter. But in the ideal night, something stirred. A whisper carried on the air. An appearance—one which didn't belong with music or laughter. Behind heavy steel bars and dim fluorescent lights, removed from the reception, Brigs Carlston sat in the icy corner of his jail cell, staring blankly at the miniature TV mounted on the ceiling. Grainy and subdued, the screen flashed moments of joy: a smiling bride, a smiling groom, guests applauding, arms in victory. Lily James, crowned in white, hand-in-hand with his son.