I M Really A Superstar Novels & Stories

Vera. The name alone felt like glass shards scraping down my throat, tearing me apart from the inside out. The untouchable golden girl, the school's pristine cheerleader captain who probably imagined Alex’s world revolved around her blonde hair and vapid, rehearsed laughter. He had used me—body and soul, taking the one thing I had guarded like a sacred vault—only to check his watch like I was an inconvenience, tossing me aside to make room for her.

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

Fools or morons? "I-I thought you were still at work," Isabella managed to ask. She did not know what to say to this cheat anymore. He broke her heart into pieces without giving it a thought. "How long have you been cheating on me with this wo…" "Hey, do not call me this woman," Sheila chimed in. She used one of the pillows to cover her body. "I'm more important than you think. Do not let that stupid ring on your finger or the fact that his mother likes you get into your head."

Zayn was stunned for a moment, then he burst out laughing aloud and shot back, “What do you think?” Annabelle’s heart was racing. She watched foreign films on superheroes frequently such as Superman, Captain America, Iron Man, and more. She had always wondered in her mind if there really was a super-powerful superhero that existed in the world. On the other hand, Zayn’s performance today already fulfilled the qualities of a superhero to some extent. “I think you surely are!” she said in all apparent seriousness. Zayn was amused by her statement. He shook his head and said, “Your guess is wrong. I’m no superhero. I’m just an ordinary person, but my ability to fight is slightly stronger than a

"Yeah, it was. It's...been awhile." "I sure couldn't tell." He kissed me again, pulling me to him. "We should get breakfast or something. I wanna spend more time with you." "Really?" I asked. "Of course. You up for a shower first?" "I do feel dirty." ~~ "Tell me about yourself." Tim smiled. "You know other than the fact that you're a superstar." I laughed. "No, I'm not a superstar. Uma is. Everyone says so." I looked down.

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😐😐😐😐😐 I'm waiting for my uber outside the building when I hear the running of footsteps. I look behind to see Heaven approaching, with this wide fake grin on her face. I don't know if it's me, but I just find her so fake. She tries too hard to be perfect. She thinks she's this I*******m queen. I was stalking her on I*******m last night and I saw all these happy photos of her in Miami beaches, posh mansions, expensive inn and suites. She lives this happy rich life but I really doubt she's anything close to that in real life.

Let me show you what the real popstar looks like' Titanium Covered by: Madilyn Bailey “You shoot me down But I can't hear the words you say I'm talking loud, not saying much I'm criticized, but all your bullets ricochet You shoot me down, but I get up” The people around fell silent as I began to sing. Now they're starstruck? Even though I jave a bad persona, doesn't mean I don't have any talent, duh! As of you know, I have this strong and powerful voice. But, I rarely let anyone hear me sing. And this day is the one of that rare day.

“Why do you call me superstar?” “The first time I heard you sing, I felt like I was listening to a star,” he murmurs into my hair. My heart swells and shrinks in my chest. I love him. “You’re my superstar, Catherine Jenkins.” I roll off him so he can dispose of the condom. He returns to the bed with a relaxed face and pulls me up against him. We share one pillow, our hands wandering lazily on each other’s bodies. “You’re the real superstar, Calum,” I tell him.

"Is he just playing with me?" "You're not a toy," I retorted, taking out the frozen goods I was going to cook. "With all the beautiful women around him, do you believe he prefers me over them? Sexy, talented, rich, and superstars. I'm not like that." Is this woman being courted by a celebrity?! Who? "I don't know the answer to that, Sabrina. I've asked myself that question too." "Oh? And then?" she asked, sitting up straight. "Tell me."