Flop Starz Novels & Stories

"The expensive kind." "All of it is expensive here, miss." "Then surprise me." I downed the glass in three swallows. My phone buzzed. A text from Gracie: You're trending again. #OliviaAndGabriel. Ten million mentions and counting. Whatever you're doing, keep doing it. I looked back at the dance floor. Gabriel was spinning Jolie, his hand resting on her back with a practiced ease. The world thought we were the story, but standing there at the bar alone, I knew I was just a subplot.

The entire venue went silent for a second, and then erupted into thunderous applause and cheers. The live comments were flying. "Absolutely savage!" "I’m sobbing! Forget the fake daughter drama—this is sisterhood!" Franklin collapsed to the ground, screaming, "Gingy is already dead! Why are you still doing this for her?! "Even though the Cordons aren’t as rich as the Westwoods now, if the two families get married…" He crawled to my mom’s feet, begging, "The Westwoods could make half a billion off this union! Are you really going to throw all that away just because of Autumn’s tantrum?!"

Shane might not even be here tonight and just like that I made up my mind. As I stride toward the crowd, I’m definitely feeling the five shots I just inhaled. No one budges so I slide in between people and push my way through the small cracks. Money sits on peoples shoulders, one guy is jerking off while he peers up over the crowd, and another guy is dry humping one of the girls. This is quickly getting very physical and I can smell sex in the air. Star is raking in the dough and despite the feeling in my gut, I can’t help but smile for her. She’s going to have a lot of cash to count tonight.

The stain was most likely made not too long ago. Sean noticed I was staring and looked down as well. He spotted the red stain. I was dazed for a moment. Then, I muttered, "Sean, let's get a divorce." Sean paused momentarily. His face darkened the next instant. "What nonsense are you saying? How can you say that so nonchalantly?" He vented his frustrations by storming off and slamming the door behind him. A while later, he came back into the room. "Why is our wedding photo gone?"

"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.

There was a slight frown on his face. She realised in that moment that he had a life outside of her and poker. She did not know a lot about his life. He made it easy to forget that there was more to him than the side he liked to tease and tempt her with. She looked back at the table and realised that it was her turn to play. She placed her bet. Just the minimum required. The next player was Moya. He met her bet and then looked at the dealer. The man dealt the flop cards. A four of clubs, an ace of spades and a six of diamonds.

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.