Female Celebrity Books Novels & Stories

I had a stack of books and she left me the magazine since she couldn't take it with her. I pored over that magazine for days. One thing we hadn't really studied was the last pictorial in it, one of two girls. I guess it would have been embarrassing for us to look at it together? I don't know, all I know now was it excited me more than I wanted to admit, even to myself. I found myself pulling a book out of the pile "Women Daring to Love" was the title, and the subtitle was "Daring to Love Women" and reading that. I got halfway through it the first morning and afternoon and that might have been the first time I had four orgasms in the same day. Then the next day I was about to go lay by the po

"Unbelievable! She has no shame at all! The male lead must have never seen anyone so greedy!" "The female lead is chaste and elegant. She's the only one worthy of him!" After a moment, Gideon narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips tight. "I thought you'd—" "You'll only feel at ease if I take your money, won't you?" I cut him off with a smile. "It was just an accident. We'll clean it up and move on. Besides, freely you have received; freely give." That surprised Gideon. The indifference in his eyes gave way to curiosity. "I knew you were at Kingsborough University, but I didn't expect you to be the type to quote scripture."

His face seemed carefully expressionless. “Yes,” was all Gabriel said. “I know.” She tossed the passport into her suitcase with the sexy clothes and shoes as if they belonged to someone else. Leaning against the modern black four-poster bed, she looked around her with a heavy sigh. “There’s nothing here…” “I told you, Calleigh.” Desolately, she went to the bookshelf. It held only faded fashion magazines, years out of date, and a few slender volumes on etiquette and charm. She picked up the book on top, a splashy pop-culture book, and read the title out loud in dismay.

"Well, we have Tickle Your Fancy - A Woman's Guide to Sexual Self-Pleasure. Taking it off the shelf, I show her the cover. It has a picture of a woman with her eyes closed, head thrown back, apparently in the throes of self-pleasure. "What a great title," she says, looking at the book." It's been a long time since my fancy's been tickled properly." She's smiling as she flips the pages. Not wanting to walk away from this beautiful, sexually candid woman, I reach for a familiar yellow book and tell her, "of course, if you're really desperate, there's always Sex For Dummies." "Oh great! We just met and already you're calling me names!" she says flirtatiously. She looks me in the eyes and dips h

Bella Pov Karen's book hit number one on the bestseller list three weeks after it published. I saw it displayed in the window of every bookstore I passed. "The Other Woman: A Love Story" in big letters with Karen's photo on the back cover. She was smiling in that photo. Looking innocent and sympathetic. Nothing like the woman who tried to poison me.

Felza's blushed, her neck flushed red, “You can't lie, it's written all over your face. You literally called me fat.” “You’re not.” I said, almost seriously, “You look perfect.” “Then I'll excuse you for some time. I have to complete this book.” I stared at the book in her hands, slightly curious, “Is that a dark romance book?” “How did you know?” Felza asked, slightly baffled, “You read dark romance books as well?” she looked rather shocked when I nodded slowly, not tearing my eyes from hers, “I've enjoyed reading books like that for years.” I lied, wanting to impress her. Felza laughed out loud, “What a surprise? Most people hate books like this. What's your favorite?”

“What do you mean?” “You’re reading a book,” I scoffed. “What is it about?” She beamed. “Did you think that I never read?” “I’ve never seen you read anything,” I laughed. “Oh please, I do read and guess what? There’s an open book festival of ‘Sincerely, Yours Too’ tomorrow in Manhattan. I was thinking we should go. I’d like to meet the author.” She handed me a pamphlet about the open book festival. I looked at it and just thought that she wrote about things that only women found interesting and it wasn’t going to benefit me to be there. “I will arrange for a driver to take you there, I have a golf session with one of my clients.”

Then, a surge of heat waves came and ripples were formed. At that moment, Charlotte felt that even the world had closed its eyes in embarrassment. She had never had such an experience and she hadn't even dared think about such a thing in the past. However, she was going to do it, no matter how embarrassing it was. In the past few years, there had been a number of incidents of photos and videos of female celebrities with men in intimate activities being exposed in show business, resulting in the actresses' reputation being tarnished. However, she did not blame Zachary at all.

She exclaimed proudly. "By whom?" I wondered. "It's up to you to figure it out." She then hung up the phone. "Damn this girl, she's so rude and arrogant; I can't believe she has the audacity to respond to me in that manner." This girl is so amusing; how did she become a billionaire in the blink of an eye? I've been doing this for 30 years and have worked hard to become one, not like Camilla has that kind of money left for her. This girl will not just make that in three days.

I donated a dozen books from the Barlowe house—stories I wanted other young girls to find: Jane Eyre, Little Women, The Secret Life of Bees, Becoming, The House on Mango Street, and more. Books that had whispered to me when the world was too loud. Books that had taught me what a woman could be. Mrs. Bertram smiled as she scanned the titles. “This will change someone’s life,” she said. I nodded. “That’s the goal.” I stopped at the market afterward for fresh apples and ginger chews. A few people I knew offered kind smiles, congratulations, warm nods. The town had softened. The whispers had quieted. And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land.