Flop Starz Novels & Stories

"I just want to play with Mommy…" Shawn fled the hospital ward, punching the wall outside until his fists were a bloody mess. When he got home, he swore up and down to my father-in-law, saying that he'd never get married to another woman. "I'll spend the rest of my life missing Astrea and raising Aster into a good man." In a sudden turn of events, Jasmine managed to escape from the mental institute. She managed to find one of my old accessories, using it to lure Aster out. On the rooftop, Jasmine sat against the railing. I almost didn't recognize her after just a month of not seeing her.

I didn’t have any close friends I could visit, and my phone kept blinking with notifications—more fake news about my wedding. Apparently, some random man had appeared in public, pretending to be my secret lover, and now the media was eating it up. Meanwhile, my name? Completely dragged through the dirt. Smeared like I was some shameless cheat. But whatever. That didn’t bother me. I’d just messed up my eyeliner, thrown on something half-decent, and stepped out of my room—completely forgetting I hadn’t buckled my heel properly. As soon as I moved, my ankle twisted, and I went flying toward the ground.

My friend Star insisted I needed a night out to “get my groove back.” Star, who actually loves Cole, is pretty fed up with his shit, too. They've been urging me to end things and move on to the next guy. But I can’t, because despite how pissed or hurt I am, I still love him. All I can do is hope we can get past this. In true Stella fashion, Star comes over and helps me get ready to “get my groove back.” Splash is a very loud-and-proud gay club in San Jose, so an outrageous costume is definitely in order.

I will turn the fake into reality. After working and setting her whole apartment we take a break and decide to make the day good for the guy hiding in the bush. We make a sign to know when excatly to get close and act couply. I will smile at her while touching my hair and she will twirl her hair. Paparazzi think that us celebrities don't know their tricks but we simply choose to ignore it. We touch up our face and leave the apartment and I stand on the patio while she locks her door.

She stuttered, and I could sense panic, so I pulled my cap off. "Jeremy Deluca..." She beamed, her eyes widened. "I'm a big fan, Mr. Jeremy... I... I watch all the Cheetahs' games, you're my favorite player." She squeaked, "you look even more handsome in real life. OMG!" As much as I was loving the praises, her loud voice was already grabbing attention. "Hey... Where can I... Where's Nadia Smith's office? She got newly appointed." I wore my cap back, dreading to be noticed by those ever-ready content creators and make-believe paparazzi.

“It’s from Mr. Sterling. Also, Mr. Sterling is busy, so you better not ask about yesterday’s incident.” Kilian just wanted to know if Ella had been treated unfairly during the live stream. He had already confirmed it with Star Media, no need to bother Tiesto. Javi added, “Young master, I’m not sure if I should say this… but your aunt’s matters are best left to Mr. Sterling.” “I can check on my aunt, can’t I?” Kilian replied. Javi had no retort and left to heat his meal. The quality of the seven-star hotel dishes in the takeout boxes was impressive, just visually enticing.

All of the international party set was here to celebrate Thalía’s twenty-ninth birthday, her third such party, if he recalled correctly. Suddenly, across the room, past the dancefloor and the colorfully painted wooden bar with Thalía’s hand-selected shirtless bartenders, Gabriel saw his rival—Mark Elderbrook. Gabriel glanced quickly at his wife, waiting for Calleigh to see the tall American tycoon. Instead, she was staring up at him with an angry frown, searing him with her violet-blue eyes. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked acidly. “Is this why you married me? So you could parade me at parties like your little doll?”

yells Aurelia over the music as she pulls me in further inside the house. We find Celeste, Aurelia's cousin in the kitchen in the middle of a drinking game Flip, Sip or Strip. By the look of it, she's already buzzed and lost half her clothing already. Flip, sip or strip is a game where you flip a coin and call head or tail before it lands. If you guess wrong, you must drink or strip an article of clothing. If you guess right, you can pass the coin to your left or choose to go again. If you go again and guess right the second time, you can choose anybody to drink or strip. You can't choose to do the same thing twice in a row.

“STRIP.” Tessa’s phone was back up in front of her face. “Don’t worry, Dirty Rosey. You’ll be so famous, you’ll not have time for any more tricks.” “W-What do you mean?” Christy scoffed a sneer and released me with a shove. “‘Lust With Me’ website—heard of it?” New terror coursed through me. That sounds like a porn website. No….. Tessa laughed heartily. “We’ll do a good intro video of you, Dirty Rosey….”