Female Face Claims Novels & Stories

" You could answer two or three questions" Jay smiled. "Ask away" "Do you developed feelings for the female lead of the movie you went to shoot. Most make leads always ended up falling for the male lead. How is it on your part?" Jay smiled. "All of my interactions with the female lead is professional so how could I have the chance to develop feelings for anyone?", Jay asked a question too. " Did you have a girlfriend then? Someone you like?", A female reporter asked. Jay smiled. "Maybe and maybe not. I am so handsome and good looking. What do you expect",

the woman replied with a low seductive voice. "W-what?" "You know, Darling," the woman continued as May blinked in confusion. "I'm sure you'll bring a lot of money to this place. You have an innocent face that men can't resist. Wide eyes, pouty red lips, fair skin, and a petite trembling body like a leaf when frightened. Plus, with your name as a minor celebrity, you'll be a star here." "I-I-I don't understand. What place is this? Wh-where's Sean?"

she began, her voice cutting through the noise of the room, “I’ve come here today to set the record straight. The rumors, the lies—everything that’s been said about my so-called ‘fake engagement’ with Damian Blackstone—they’re all false. The truth is, what we had was real, and what we’ve continued to have is real.” She paused, looking directly at the cameras. “But the reality is, I’ve been manipulated. By the media, by people who wanted to control my story. By an ex who thought he could tear me down. And by the public who refused to see the truth. But I am done hiding. I am done being the object of their speculation. I am done letting people dictate my narrative.” I could see the raw emotion

"Is it true that you pay men for sex... Did you try to pay Belshar too... I have to give it to you, that is a bold move..." They kept pressing up on me and when it felt like my head was going to explode, I screamed. "Enough!" I shouted and the whole place quieted down as they waited for me to speak. "I will not be slandered and falsely accused. I am Celine Herrera and I will sue whoever defames my name" "Is it really defamation If you're coming out of Belshar's office in that state of undress... What is your relationship with Belshar Abed Nessar"

I click on play, and Amara Ross's face fills my screen. She's sitting in her expensive car, dabbing fake tears with a tissue. "It's just so disheartening," Amara's voice plays softly through my speaker. "When women use their bodies to steal opportunities from actual professionals. That set was supposed to be a safe space, but Ever decided to... well, you all saw the video." Then she breaks into fake sobs. "To think I defended her over Tom… My good heart is such a problem sometimes." Rage crawls up my throat.

I paused to let that sink in. "He has never defaulted on a commitment, never misrepresented a figure, never given any of you a reason to doubt what you put your name beside." I paused again "What you're pulling out of is not a company in crisis. You're pulling out of a woman whose reputation is being attacked by someone who is afraid of what she knows." I continued my eyes sweeping over the room. "And I think every single person in this room understands the difference — even if the risk calculation says otherwise." Silence.

Furiously, She snatched Rosy's phone and fired off a reply from her account. “Sorry to disappoint, but I'm quite stunning”. Within five minutes, the reply had been screenshotted and reposted across dozens of accounts. “If you're so pretty , show us your face. Anyone can talk behind the screen!” “Same old story. The ugly ones always say they are hot. The real stunners? Always humble. We know what's up,bros.” “She thinks she is beautiful but still hiding her face? Make it make sense? Get off Tiktok!”

"That's impossible!" "She... she's a she-wolf?!" The Omegas in the gallery covered their mouths. The council members shot to their feet, only to sink back down again. On the third-floor gallery, reporters hammered furiously at their keyboards. In the plaintiff's dock, Selena froze, her expression as blank as a doll's. "It's fake…" she suddenly shrieked, throwing herself against the railing. "It's fake! It's black magic! A witch's illusion! She's fooling all of you!"

“But let me remind everyone first—none of the claims online have been verified yet. Spreading rumors recklessly carries legal consequences.” Naturally, someone immediately sneered from the crowd. A red-haired girl with heavy makeup crossed her arms mockingly. “Oh please. There are photos and videos everywhere online already. And now you expect us to believe you just because you say so?” “That’s hilarious.” “Women like you who seduce rich men obviously wouldn’t admit it.” Dakota calmly raised her phone and recorded the girl’s face along with every insulting word she said. “Very good,” Dakota said coolly. “Anything else you’d like to add?”

"What do you mean by that?" Immediately, supporters of Al also came out to retort. One fan said, "It means exactly what it says. Al has never shown her face in public before. This woman who popped out of nowhere, who knows if she's the real Al or a fake one."