Flop Starz Novels & Stories

She shrugged her shoulders. I looked at Shaw and he looked right back at me as if he didn't miss a word of our conversation. Later that evening a large canopy with a dance floor had been pitched and there was a DJ playing music. The kids had settled down and were sitting under the canopy at their own little table. When a slow song came on Shaw pulled me to the dance floor and began swaying with me in his arms. I glanced over at Amelia and saw her watching us before she turned away smiling.

This made me wonder. There have been times when stars and actors leave the entertainment business because of personal reasons. But there were darker tales as well parents squandering away the money the child made. Fans becoming stalkers and making death threats against their favorite actor. I could count a hand full of actors that had filed restraining orders against stalkers. I still could not believe what I was hearing. Ava was the Little Aviator; a child star that took the nation by storm. She was every talent agents dream. From being able to cry on queue to her ability to engulf the audience with her song.

“Coming Mum.“ I yelled for the umpteenth time, but didn't move an itch from the worn-out marble floor I laid. My gaze was still fixed on the small television which was just few metres away from me, with my chin on my hands for support. Excitement had the best of me and nothing else seemed to matter at the moment. It was that period of time that comes every year when the 'Greygott conglomeration' makes an exemption for a lower-class to get admitted into the prestigious Greygott high-shool. They make a pick from the application letters sent by over a thousand lower-class kids. It's somewhat pathetic that such number of persons struggle to get just one position. But on a second thought, you can

“Do you know Julia. You will be the assistant of one of our top stars. Well because he is a foreigner, you wouldn’t know him but he has a massive fan following.” As we were going through some hallways, Miss Solon told me. Top foreign star? It must be great to have that title. Really nice… “Well you can start working from today after meeting him okay. Though he is a little tough to deal with, I am sure you would be able to handle him” I nodded to Miss Solon’s words while thinking about the word Tough to handle? I didn’t think much of it and focused on what’s ahead of me. After minutes of walking, we stopped in front of a humongous gate.

She sputters. “Okay, what are you hiding from me?” I demand. “I’m a big girl, Sky; I can take it.” She bites down on her bottom lip before she shows me the phone again, reading aloud. “Camila Monroe, the next big star in Nashville, has been recorded spending time with men much older than her. It was discovered that someone at the bar had shown up to record her, and Camila expresses that she is being set up.”

"My guest is a very important one and tonight is also very important. Keep my guest very entertained." "The instructions are simple. He walks in, you serve him wine and then you put on a show to amuse him" he grinned at us and I wondered what kind of show we were to put on. I had never put on a show before. But asking questions were forbidden and so all we could do was wait for more explanations. "The show is simple and will be relaxing for both of you too. Poor, poor slaves. I know having sex with each other is prohibited but tonight, you lucky two are getting a chance to fuck in front of myself and my important guest."

It was a power game that Elora played very well. "Other producers? You know that's ridiculous, Elora. We've put so much time and effort into your project. If you walk away now, you're throwing it all away," Rafael tried to argue. "But you forget, Rafael," Elora replied coldly. "I am the star right now. All eyes are on me. I know other producers will welcome my offer with open arms, especially with my skyrocketing popularity. So if you don't give me the apartment, I'll just cancel the contract, and... you'll be the one who loses."

"Tomorrow I'll bring out the badass moves I've been saving. The ones nobody's seen yet." Nessa's worried expression melted into a grin. "That's smart, girl. But you still have to be careful with her. She's still mad that you're the star of the show tomorrow. I mean, imagine, you've got over a million followers on I*******m, the hockey stars are literally in your grip as your regular VIP clients, and the club management made you the guest star and main performing stripper for tomorrow. That comes with bonuses and commissions. I mean, what's there not to get jealous about?"

He crashed through several tables and dropped unconscious where he landed. Then came the second, the third... Every last one who rushed me was, without exception, slapped flat to the floor. The hall filled with the crisp crack of slap after slap, and the dull groans of bodies hitting the ground. The onlookers who'd been enjoying the spectacle were all dumbstruck. They were stunned to see that everyone I'd slapped lay there on the floor, unable to get up. I sneered to myself. I'd laced each of those slaps with a thread of pure magic.