Celebrity Video Messages Novels & Stories

Those long, elegant fingers lifted a bottle of Armand de Brignac and poured me a drink. For the caption, I wrote only four words: [New life. New beginning.] Before posting, I paid for targeted promotion. The audience I selected included only two groups: Harvey, and every single one of his friends. When it was done, I returned the phone to Cathy with a satisfied smile and gave her a wink. "The show's about to begin." And sure enough, less than five minutes after the video went live, the alumni group chat with hundreds of members exploded. Someone immediately took a screenshot and sent it privately to Harvey.

They were honoring The Fire We Share, her policies, her cross-border healing work, the noise she had dared to make for those forced into silence. They wanted a bio. A headshot. A video message. By Friday. Clara screamed into a cushion so loud the next office heard it. Ralia danced across the room like she'd won a lottery. Owen sent a string of fireworks emojis and a single voice note: “You did this. You.” Sophia smiled. “We did.” Her voice was barely a whisper. But before she could even enjoy the glow of that moment, her phone buzzed again. A new message. No contact name. Just a single, ominous line:

When I finally picked it up, I didn’t even get the chance to read the messages. Because Xavier’s name flashed on the screen. Incoming call. Then Marco. Then my agent. Notifications began flooding in. Mentions. Tags. Messages. Too many. My fingers hovered over the screen. I couldn’t breathe. I tapped the latest one. And froze. It wasn’t just comments anymore. Someone had posted a clip. A video. From that café. Of me laughing. Xavier reaching across the table and tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. My heart slammed.

I dropped the phone onto the couch, blinking in disbelief. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me," I muttered, picking it back up just in time to catch the end. "I’m also so honored to be considered for the spokesperson position for Little Haven—the upcoming children’s rehabilitation center project. Please support me, everyone. It would mean the world." The video ended with a hopeful smile and a soft fade to white, accompanied by her social handles and hashtags. And of course, it was going viral. The comments section was exploding with praise. "She’s so brave!"

she said playfully, leaning back in her chair. “Sissss,” Nico said with a wide grin, his face lighting up on the screen. Celia laughed, already feeling her mood lift just from hearing his voice. “How are you?” “I’m great! I have been sending you messages on I*******m, like, a lot. I even made a bunch of videos just for you. You better check them out, oh.” Celia smiled sheepishly. “Aww, I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I turned off my I*******m notifications because of work. That’s why I haven’t seen them. But I will check now.”

Something always happened whenever i decided to take a nap. By the time I sat up and finally picked the phone, it was worse than I thought. My message notifications were full. Missed calls, voicemails, emails, all of them packed in one screen. Most were from reporters. Others from people I hadn’t heard from in years. And then the texts. Long ones, short ones, rude ones. Hate messages. Some asking if it was true. Others telling me I belonged in jail. I stood slowly, stretched, and walked to the bathroom. Washed my face. No one needed to tell me that another video was out.

An instant message from Louis appeared on the screen once it had been opened. ‘‘The video was uploaded, however... it was removed from the website within the first five minutes...’’ the first message stated, which caused me to grimace briefly before I continued to read the next message. ‘‘Your father is very influential. Since he was able to locate the CEO of our organization, the video has been taken off from the internet. I'm afraid that a lot of people weren't able to watch it...’’ I opened my social media account, and sure enough, the news feed was silent without any ripples. The video was removed within five minutes.

It was a message notification from an unknown number. He opened it only to be shocked by the content he received. It was a video of him. One that he himself could not believe.

As she sat in the living room, something suddenly crossed her mind. She took out her phone and started recording a video message for Jeremy. “Happy birthday, my dearest son! I am recording this right now while taking some rest. Your dad, brother and I have been preparing for a surprise party for you. We looked forward to this day and finally it has come. Happy birthday, my son! Though I always tell you how much I love you, I’m still gonna say it. I love you, Jeremy, and your mom will always do.”

“Yeah. We are.” --- Later that night... I sat in my room, ready to do a live video. My manager’s going to throw a tantrum, but I needed to do this. He’ll forgive me. Eventually. I placed the phone on the table, hit Go Live, and waved. “Hello, California!” I beamed. “Your girl’s bringing love to the streets this Valentine’s Day. I’m holding a concert right here. Who’s excited? Because I am! Details coming soon. Love you, bye!”