I Am Hollywood Novels & Stories

“Hehehe. Clichéd but sweet. I love you, babe. Hmmm. I have something to tell you, Juan Pedro. Please let me know your thoughts on this.” Isabella made a hundred eighty turn around that created a serious atmosphere between the lovers. “Sure. What is it, babe?” Juan Pedro asked his girlfriend. “Did you see about the TV advertisement that started about last week?” Isabella spelled a question of her own. “Hmmm. Was it about the new shampoo that can make a bald scalp regrow hair in just a month, babe? Didn’t know that you would be so interested in it. I like your hair now and its perfect for you. Why’d the sudden interest about hair growth? Do you per…”

Layla stepped closer to them, feeling even more uneasy at every movement the woman make. “I know why you think of him as you do, I mean I am you…” the other version spoke again. Layla didn’t say anything. Nothing has made sense to Layla ever since she opened her eyes when she got out of the water. She knew that none of this could be real, none of this was happening, it was just a dream, she just had to wake up.

Rosewood is a city in Florida, and it's the city we've recently moved to. I hope it's a good start...for laughs, it's going to be the worst thing in my life... “Wonderful city and beautiful house. Let’s go in and see the house inside.” Dad said excitedly, as if we had moved to Paris or something. "Come on, kids, don't be lazy," said my mother. Don't ask me why she calls me kids. She has kids of 17 and 20. She's always like that.

He didn't find her. "I need you, Khalid," I said, the smirk fading into a mask of chilling sincerity. "I need your help, and that’s why I’m here. You are the head of one of the largest film production companies in Hollywood. I need you to put me back out there, under the brightest lights you can find.”

“I didn’t know it would be that exhausting.” “You can win the best actress award.” “If I fail in business, I might as well try my luck in Hollywood.” “Damn, I can see you as a sexy action star. A sexy Katniss Everdeen.” I laughed. “Tell our unwanted visitor that I’m at my lounge.”

I know she says that to please me and not to scare the hell out of me but I never expected her to react in such a manner. I couldn't help but smile casually at her, “Awn, Thank you, Selena.” I walked and sat on the couch as she passed on her way into the dining room. While waiting for Arthur, I took out my phone to while away time as I found myself watching reels on I*. Oh yeah, you may be wondering why I'm always fond of I*, I have to tell you this today. I am fond of I* Because of these guys who are always going from places like Miami, Houston, Florida, etc interviewing successful Entrepreneurs who are doing crazy numbers from their business. Their brand name is “The School Of Hard Knocks.

The long-awaited day had finally arrived. Asmo had successfully convinced his innocent friend, Maria, to accompany him to Hollywood's most renowned establishment. Maria, who had never experienced an R18 movie or video before, was on the brink of encountering the legends of the entertainment industry. Asmo chuckled at the irony of bringing a novice to the only place on earth where public indecency was not only tolerated but embraced. He hastily adorned himself and snatched his car keys, brimming with excitement as he embarked on his way to pick up Maria from her residence.

My whole body ached, and my head was pounding. When I was 27, I was lying on the hospital bed when my son called Emily "Mommy" right in front of me, and my husband did not deny it. I pretended not to care, but the countless instances hurt me. The people I couldn't bear losing were hoping for me to leave quickly. I chose to stay silent—perhaps happiness was never meant for me. I was tempted to ask Yohan and Julian if they would speak harshly to the people they loved. But I would have gotten my answer when I saw the way they looked at Emily.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a woman in possession of a good reputation must be in want of a clever publicist. But in Hollywood, where reputations are made and unmade with the speed of a trending hashtag, the want is mutual, and the cleverest publicist is Vivian Glass.

At first, Vanessa didn't agreed for the reason that the sindicates might still be looking for her but at the end, she finally said her 'yes'. "Hey, guys! Guess where I am!" she said to her best friends from the Philippines in their video chat. "Hmm... Let me guess! Many people," Shaira, her best friend since she's studying in the Philippines, spoke. Having no clue where Raine's really is, "... and then?" In their group, Shaira's the joker kind of girl who always tells funny jokes. At the same time, she's also into fashion. I can't believe she doesn't know where I am right now, Raine thought. Deep inside of her, she was bursting with laughter.