Novel & Cerita Celebrity Video Messages

My fingers hover over the text before I click on it. Unknown: I know who killed your father. I roll my eyes at the message. No doubt, it's a spam. I have gotten a lot since I arrived. I need to change my number like right now because I can't deal with these spams anymore. I'm about to block the ID when a video pops up in the chat. With a hesitant breath, I click to open the video.

I started to sweat and fidget all over again. I have over a thousand private messages on my I*******m and F******k message boxes and over 10,000 mentions across all my social media handles. My pictures and those of Elliot had been used to paint the internet red. Insults and curses were trailing our names in the comment sections of the popular blogs and forums. My eyes lit up when I saw the video of Adam crying on live TV, claiming to be a really poor man who was being intimidated by a billionaire and portraying himself as the victim.

He had deleted this video, so how could it be here? "Stop! Don't play that!" he shouted, running toward the backstage like a madman. "Who the heck told you to show this?" His angry outburst was audible to everyone in the hall. Then whispers began among the guests, "What's going on? Wasn't it Edward who wanted this shown?" "Then who did it?” "It's actually hilarious. Look, even Jeffrey is cracking up." "This is the trendy way to celebrate birthdays now. Many people use this app to create a greeting by writing the name of the person celebrating."

All she wanted then was to check her phone for birthday wishes. "5 missed calls from Michelle. Missed calls from... I will call them later, first I have to check my messages" She muttered. Tears of joy flowed freely from her eyes, she read those messages, it was heartwarming. Messages from lots of people, she couldn't even reply all. She took a deep breath before logging into her I*******m page. Omg!! Being a celebrity is just so amazing! Thousands of messages! Many people posted her pictures and some blogs even posted it.

"Now it's my turn!" Kacey said. "Turn for what?" I asked. "I wanted to tease you," Kacey said. "You mean?" I asked. “Some time ago, a friend sent a private message via W******p. The message sent is a 46-second video. At first, I ignored the post because this friend's nature really likes to share his sexy video collection. Usually, I'm not necessarily attracted to play it immediately. But especially this one, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I thought you'd like it," Kacey said with a mysterious smile.

Casmien's POV I go over to the video recording feature of my phone, which has the capability to video the whole environment even when I don't hold the phone high. While this will be going on, navigating the entire space, I go over to my W******p to check if Clinton had sent any message, of course, he is going to send. That's for sure. I had said it! Three messages on a row with little time left in between them. "Is she really the one or I was mistaken?" He adds a smiley emoji.

The camera’s still rolling. I reach for my phone, my fingers slipping on the screen as I pull up John’s contact. The video file is already uploading. My thumb hovers over the send button. Then I press it. The message is simple. No words. Just the video. And a single line beneath it. Next time, make it hurt more.

The kiss was the spark. The ensuing twenty-four hours were the conflagration. It began not as a fire, but as a tremor. A grainy, ten-second video, shot on a smartphone from the Met terrace, uploaded to a social media platform with the caption, “Ummm… did Clarkson Roberts just come out?? #BillionaireKiss #OceansGala.” For the first hour, it was a ripple in a very large pond, noticed mostly by the uploader’s friends and a few dedicated celebrity gossip forums.

Aiden's POV I'd barely made it through the front door of our Villa when my phone pinged. Ryan had sent me a video message. Raising an eyebrow, I almost ignored it. Nothing good ever comes from Ryan's "must-see" videos - usually just some half-naked models from his agency's latest campaign or drunk executives making fools of themselves at industry parties. I was in the middle of unbuttoning my shirt when my thumb accidentally tapped the notification. The video started playing before I could stop it.

I think about us. End Of Message and video. I ran around the room, and I couldn't stop my tears from falling. It was my first time seeing Dexter or hearing his sultry vocals in months. "Look how sweet and beautiful he looks with his new taper hairstyle." After watching the video he sent me, I called him the minute it was over, but he didn't respond to my call and subsequent text messages. Getting nervous, I sent him another message. "Dexter, you're scaring me. So you did send me that video?"