Celebrity Romance Novels & Stories

“Make me yours, Jonathan.” I whispered in a seductive tone, closing the distance between our lips. The desire to feel him inside me overwhelmed me, and I longed for our souls to merge forever, untouchable by anyone who would dare to separate us. “It’s unbelievable that this moment has finally arrived, the day I’ll claim you. I’ve been eagerly awaiting this day, which felt like an eternity. Thank you, my angel, for never giving up on me. I love you so much. You are a precious gift from God.” He confessed, his eyes brimming with love and deep desire as he gazed at me.

Before her thumb could press the dial button, a sudden loud pinging notifications flooded the top of her screen, forcing her to look at her social media feeds where her name and Roman's were suddenly trending across every major entertainment and business news outlet in the country. "Oh no, please don't let this be what I think it is," Vivienne whispered to herself, her breath catching as she tapped on the first link and saw a photograph taken just an hour ago outside Saint Jude’s Specialist Hospital. The image showed Roman walking swiftly through a crowd of reporters, looking fierce and protective as he carried Celeste bridal-style toward a waiting luxury SUV, his coat wrapped tightly around

Every touch, every kiss was filled with emotion and affection, as if they wanted to erase any shadow Estela had left on that night. There, between whispered vows and burning caresses, they reaffirmed their love. And even as the world outside murmured scandals and speculation, in the refuge of that Roman hotel room, there was only him and her, husband and wife, body and soul. --- The next morning, Rome awoke to a buzz that crossed oceans. Social media was in an uproar. Videos and photos of the chaos at the charity dinner flooded gossip websites, with scandalous headlines: “Scandal at gala dinner: magnate Augusto Avelar’s ex-girlfriend forcibly kisses businessman and is slapped by his wife!”

I admitted. An ‘aw’ reverberated across the place. “Wow, wow, wow! That’s exclusively coming from Gabriel Stark himself. I told you, this is juicy news!” She looked at the camera and then back to me. “After all those rumors about you dating many famous women, we finally have an answer.” “Because I don’t answer to rumors, Carla,” I pointed. She cleared her throat. “Then I guess you aren’t open to disclosing a name. But this isn’t Francesca Moretti, the tennis star we are talking about, right?”

I opened it to see a screenshot she had sent me. "Leonardo Lugard's girlfriend revealed at his birthday." My eyes widened. Wait, is he this popular? I had no idea. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but I’d never cared much for celebrity news—I was always too busy figuring out ways to build my business. "Well, I'm not surprised you didn't know," Cecilia chimed in, clearly enjoying my shock. "You're always locked up in your room, working." I was about to recheck the screenshot when my phone buzzed again. It was a text message. My heart skipped a beat as I read it.

No, too close to what they were already running. “Ex-Lover Speaks Out” Too desperate. Too reactive. I tapped the marker against my palm. Think. What trends faster than scandal? Romance. I snatched my phone and called Andrea Myles—editor at StarChaser Weekly. She answered with a groggy voice. “It’s past midnight, Caleb.” “And yet your site’s still posting garbage. How about I give you something premium?” “Talk.” “Public figure. Big name. Private romance, soon-to-be engagement. You heard it here first.”

I couldn't believe that was the same guy I kiss and play around with. I suddenly felt so lucky. My husband is a star! ”I heard his wife is a student of Glamour High” I heard them say from behind. "Yeah, where could she be?" "They say her name is Bethel". "Geez! I need to meet that lady. She's the kind of friend I need". And the next thing I heard were chuckles. I looked at the floor and blushed in a smile. the next people that came out of their cars were the the Rock babies - a popular female band that based in DC.

It was very impactful. "Caleb's Romance." "Caleb Caught Kissing." "Caleb and an Unknown Woman." There were also photos of Caleb kissing Lydia in a corner of a restaurant. They looked very intimate, and his eyes were full of adoration as he gazed at her. The headline read, "Top Celebrity is Taken!" The comments below expressed utter shock. "That's Caleb we're talking about! Bombshells always drop out of nowhere." Caleb had been brought back to Amirate from the rehearsal. He sat there, looking exhausted and resigned.

It took her three seconds to calm down before she could find her voice again. “But I promised Zachary that I’d marry him once my face was restored. Besides, I know there are a few famous celebrities whose popularity plummeted as soon as they got married, but we live in the modern era. The audience doesn’t care if celebrities are married or not. It shouldn’t have any effect on me at all!” “He he… Fans these days are more enlightened and don’t care if a celebrity is married or not… I’ve heard that before. But do you actually believe it? Haven’t you heard of Lila Murray and Courtney Lorne?”

There aren’t that much sponsors who wants Ethan, Felisha, Vanessa, and Gabrielle in one screen because the ship of Felisha and Gabrielle are still too strong that they are afraid of backlashes from them. Over the course of pretending to be lovers, I hate to admit it, but Romeo and I have become good friends, but that’s just all we are to each other—friends. I am not going to lie that pretending to be a couple can provide us with a lot of job opportunities in the industry, but it is also taking up most of our time from our main job and school. Lately, it’s become so stressful that we barely get enough sleep. As of the moment, Romeo and I are just waiting for the right opportunity to come when