Entertainment Circle Novels & Stories

Alexander exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair before turning to her. “That symbol,” he said quietly, “is from a group my father once worked with. A group he should have stayed away from.” Lena’s pulse quickened. “A group? What kind of group?” Mrs. Ward stepped in gently, sensing Alexander’s hesitation. “They call themselves the Split Circle,” she said. “A network of wealthy, powerful individuals—businessmen, politicians, investors—who operate in the shadows. They trade information, power, and influence. And they do not forgive betrayal.”

Silver Dawn. The sixth Circle in the seven-Circle structure that organized our world, sorted us by ability, by gift, by what the bloodline carried down through generations whether anyone asked it to or not. The Circles were not a hierarchy, not the way outsiders sometimes assumed when they heard the numbering. They were a taxonomy. Here is what you can do. Here is where you belong. Here is how you serve. The sorting happened young, around the first shift, when the body declared itself and the Circle elders came to look and wrote down what they saw.

"This was from Kent. Our names are written individually on the cards. We have a right to be here, so we don't have to answer to anyone." "Keep these," Joey said. "This is proof we've been to a banquet hosted by the high society." "Kent's good, isn't he?" Selena teased. "At least better than that unfaithful Zachary." Eastwell Entertainment really was one of the biggest entertainment companies in the industry. Even though this was a private banquet, it rivaled some of the bigger award shows. Almost every important figure from various industries was present. Joey took a step forward but heard a commotion behind her.

And she'd just turned on them. "This is enough," Han finally said. "Enough to bring down the entire network. We feed this to the right agencies, and the Circle dies." "Not die," Iris corrected. "Organizations like this don't die. They evolve. Scatter. Reform under new names. But this will hurt them. Set them back decades. That's something."

Nicole did not even notice this. She took the bag and led Clayton inside. While they walked, Nicole introduced the current situation of the entertainment circle to Clayton. “Although I don’t know too much about this circle, I heard that the authorities have set their eyes on the high pay for films here. So, some artists can’t raise their prices too high. They can either improve the quality of the film or use other channels to transfer the money to the artists. In short, this business is still risky.”

She dug her nails lightly into my belly. "I said some, not all. That's your word, not mine. And yes. Honesty is so much less exhausting than having to lie all the time. But I also think the reason some of this bad stuff is happening, is because you are very special. Over and above, being the last druid of the Star Circle-" She laughed. "Circle of the Stars." I shrugged. "Close enough. Over and above being that last druid, you, Hollyn, are special. Just because you're you. I've never met anyone like you in my entire life."

The claim hearing ended with paper cuts instead of blood. It still felt like a gut wound. Back in the safehouse, the air was thick with unsaid things. Rae paced. Kieran refreshed feeds, tracking how fast “public evaluation” was spreading. Daire stood by the window again, jaw clenched so hard Elowen half-expected his teeth to crack. The black envelope still sat on the table. The Luna Circle’s invitation. Kieran tapped his screen. “Confirmation from my source,” he said. “That salon? It’s exactly what we thought. Tribunal donors. Calista’s inner ring. Wives who think they’re untouchable because they pour wine instead of signing orders.”

I let out with a sigh. We head out and go through my private elevator to the basement, where my security team is already on standby. “The Circle” is the most exclusive nightclub in the city. Only an invite can give you access to the premises. I have heard of many influential people trying to gain access, little do they know that it’s only available to the underworld.

They had all inherited seats in the Circle when their fathers passed. The Circle was never written down. It had no charter. It simply existed … a network of old families who moved money shielded each other from scandals, and made sure power stayed where it belonged. Tonight the topic was the Hartleys. Reginald opened a thin leather folder. Inside were fresh photographs: Aria leaving the gallery with heavy security, Aria crying in Kyle’s arms outside the building, the black roses delivered to the penthouse. “The girl is fracturing nicely,” Marcus said. “Kyle has her locked in that tower like a pet bird. She barely leaves.”

With an intense gaze focused on us, he pivoted towards our direction. He warned, "You underestimate the strength of this group at your own peril. They hold significant power and have no qualms about removing anyone who obstructs their path." I asked firmly, "Who are they? And what is their objective? Or what did you think about them. I don't think they come friendly" Lawson explained that a clandestine group called The Circle is widely recognized. This secret society comprises prominent individuals from diverse domains such as business, politics and law enforcement, who have been covertly controlling happenings for numerous years.