Novel & Cerita Celebrity Video Messages

It didn’t seem worth talking about. Once I posted the video, I noticed that I had an oddly high number of notifications, even higher than after my most popular vlogs. I scrolled through them and frowned at the number of negative comments, most of them calling me violent. Finally, I found a comment asking what the Hell people were talking about. In response, there was a link to a website called Celebrity Brawlers. I followed the link. At the top of the webpage was a headline that read: FITNESS VLOGGER ANNA LEONARD SWINGS ON A FAN

Now, her condition is getting worse and worse. After reading the message, Joey replied to the fan. "Got it. You don't need to worry about me. I'll look out for myself." Joey wasn't sure if the information was true or false, but she would look into it. She wouldn't easily believe what others said. "Alright, Chloe. Make sure you protect yourself." That day, Joey received only this one private message. Meanwhile, Kenneth did mention that a well-known internet celebrity advised him not to participate in this variety show, claiming it had numerous scandals.

“Of course.” He reached for the phone and stopped. On the desk, the screen had lit again—a new clip. Cameron Cross’s feed this time. The singer had posted a video from last night—Mya at their table, waving at the camera with shy humor, the caption a sledgehammer dressed as a love note: World, meet my sister, Mya Cross. Protectors only, please. The comments scrolled too fast to read. Damon touched the screen and felt nothing but the cold pane under his thumb.

I say. "Vivian," he says. "I know," I say. "I know." I go get my coat. POV: Chase Sterling The video has four million views by two in the morning, which is the number my assistant texts me when I am in the car, and the hashtag is trending at number one in the United States, and Callum has sent seven messages that I am not going to read until morning. I look at the video on my phone.

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

The wife sounds like the third wheel. As the drama spread, people started digging into my life. My phone number. My social media. Even the research institute where I worked. My phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Some messages were insults. Some were threats. Others were self-appointed Luther and Cecilia fans, demanding an apology, demanding I take down the video, and demanding justice for their favorite couple. I scrolled through the garbage without blinking. Then I saved screenshots of Cecilia's post. And every hateful message that followed. One by one.

Mila mumbled from beside me, her arm thrown over her eyes. I reached for my phone on the nightstand and squinted at the screen. The brightness made me wince. Thirty-seven messages. My editor. T*****r notifications. I*******m DMs. TikTok. Everything. "What the fuck?" I muttered, scrolling through some of the messages. **This is disgusting. How could you do this? I thought you were better than this, Riley. Slut.** I was confused until I saw the message from Jayson. There was a video attached.

“Check your real phone. I sent you something.” My fingers were shaking so badly I could barely get my other phone out. A new video waited for me. I hit play. Damien in the hospital bed. Machines going wild. Doctors and nurses rushing around him. His body jerking when they shocked him. The video was only twenty seconds, but it felt like forever. At the end, the heart monitor flatlined for a few horrible seconds before they brought him back. The message underneath read: He won’t survive another one. And if you try anything stupid tonight, neither will your children.

It was as if she had vanished from his life. His phone buzzed, breaking the eerie silence. He glanced at the screen and saw an online news notification. His heart skipped a beat as he clicked on it, only to see Anna in a live video, her face solemn. “Thank you, everyone, for your support,” she said, her voice steady but laced with a sadness that tore at Xavier’s heart. “But I will no longer be uploading videos on YouTube or TikTok. Thank you.”

Maybe he was worried. Maybe he realized he should have been at the hospital. Hope rushed through me before I could stop it. I opened the message quickly. “Aurelia, you don’t have to worry about the video. The media team is working on it. It will be taken down soon.” I stared at the screen. That was it. No “How are you?” No “Are you feeling better?” No “I’m sorry I couldn’t come.” No “I’m worried about you.” Nothing. Just damage control.