I Am Hollywood Novels & Stories

The man was silent as if he did not know how to speak. Hazel asked incredulously. “Have I seen you before? You look very familiar.” “My name is Mathew, I’m a director. If you watch movies a lot, you would know my name,” he said. “Oh, I know you,” Hazel snapped. “My dad loves your movies, but I think your movies are too specialized at a minority of people, and that’s why they’re popular but don’t appeal to the audience …”

As for Hwang Hwa Young, I am sure she would freak out as soon as the news of my ‘critical conditions’ were out, but still my plans has to go as I already planned. “Hwa Young is already in LA, she currently shooting a movies there in Holywood, after all she’s a global stars now…anyway…we will make a media conference for you…then, when will you be leaving Panama?…today or the day after?…”. (Sharon Jackson)

Third Person's POV Mia looks at the shocked faces of her family. Amara looks at Mia with hate in her eyes. She knows her Hollywood career is finished and that she only got parts because she was seeing a director that was helping her to get roles in movies. She knows no one sees her as an A-list actress. Lorenzo got in so much trouble in the last couple of years and is known as a troublemaker in Hollywood. No one wants to give him any more roles. He was involved in a lot of scandals and abused drugs and alcohol. He trashed hotel rooms, and his girlfriends accused him of being aggressive when drunk or high. Besides, her mother and father could never work with money, and making them their agent

Annie is damn angry now as her hippo is just being emotional here rather than to be practical where their lives are at stake. The sentence just broke something inside Sandy that he looked dangerously at his Cinderella

I looked to the side, nothing. “Surprise!” “Ahhhh, you surprised me!” I exclaimed in annoyance, hitting the man's shoulder. “I really miss you honey, you haven't even called me all this time? How…!” “I miss you too Oscar!” I exclaimed immediately, hugging Oscar. The man immediately returned my hug too, I tightened my hug on him. Oscar Wilde, a man who means a lot to me too. The figure who was also part of my story first, I let go of my arms from him. "Did Tristan you come here?"

Becky shrugged and spun her chair around "Millionaire, billionaire it all sounds the same to me. My point is, if I was married to a millionaire I'd be in the Bahamas right now, sitting on the beach and getting my spa treatment done" "And that explains why you're still a single mother" "Sorry to burst your bubbles but I actually enjoy being single. Way better than having one man and dealing with mother-in-law stress" she chuckled. Dawn sighed. Suddenly reminded of Amanda. "Speaking of mother-in-laws. Amanda is in town" Her brows jumped up with interest. "Amanda the green witch?"

“ I am the A-list model, a business woman and famous in Hollywood. What are you? I am demanded everywhere well you are not. Now think who is the one famous and successful over here. Now let me go.” “Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me tell you to ask me for the permission nicely?” he asked “ Ask me nicely.”

"Yeah the poor wife of his is me." "No wonder I felt your name a bit familiar." She hummed to herself and I found myself getting confused. "Is he that famous?" Flora nodded at my question. "Girl, the news has said he runs the biggest chains of hotels and restaurants. And not to forget he has this company, called D.Co, news--this is one of the largest operating systems here in U.S and all over Europe." D.Co, where did I hear this word again? "And they are like billionaires."

Her name was Anna Leo. I looked at them. They were looking down upon me. I still kept dancing, I didn't pay attention to them. But when they were going, Anna stuck her foot in mine. I again stumbled and was about to fall, but someone came in front of me. I grabbed his jacket tightly, to save myself from falling.

I can sleep later. When I first arrived in Hollywood, I wondered how people did it - the long days (and weeks and months) of filming, the parties, the public appearances, the industry events. It never ends. There are never enough hours in the day. And, worst of all, there's not even the option to turn it off. Once, I found my trips to the grocery store relaxing. Now, even things like grocery shopping require special prep. I never know when the paparazzi might show up - or when a random person might snap a picture with his or her cell phone - which means I always have to be "on." There's no going anywhere without makeup and a cute hairstyle. Even my "dumpy" errand clothes - usually designer s