I M Really A Superstar Novels & Stories

“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.

I always thought we were just a silly conspiracy theory, that people claiming they saw a mermaid or werewolf were like drunk or crazy … turns out they are not. And I won … the whole thing. It is now ten months since the finale and I have just turned nineteen. I am, without bragging, the biggest pop star in the world, selling millions of albums, I cleared out every award show this year ... and feeling like a lost little girl most of the time.

I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight I, I, I don't wear no ti-i-ights And I can't fly-y-y I'm no, I'm no superhero Oh, oh, oh I, I, I don't wanna fi-i-ight I, I, I don't wear no ti-i-ights And I can't fly-y-y I'm no, I'm no superhero." I just walk along side, my eyes on the floor as I tune my ears in to the words, the lyrics which are so pertinent to her life.. Her failed relationships.

"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."

“This caption is giving tortured romantic hero, and I’m here for it.” “You’re not just a superstar. You’re a soul.” Emily stared at the screen, watching the likes and comments multiply by the second. The numbers were dizzying. The praises were endless. The devotions, overwhelming. Thousands of people. Thousands of hearts. All for him. And suddenly, it hit her. She was nothing but a pebble in his universe. There were many people who loved him and were willing to give him anything, like he was at the center of their lives and very significant

Filmy style se jab usne dil pe autograph diya. Daye na baye na dekha mujko hai dil ka rose diya. Ho gaye charche 16 huzzar Photo chup gai in akhbar Jo bhi chae kuch bhi soche Krungi pyaaar... Mere sainyan superstar Mere sainya superstar Mai fan hui unki mere sainya superstar. She pulled me on stage and then make me dance with her on the song. I tried to match with her steps while looking at her and dance with all my heart.

He said happily, his beautiful set of teeth in display and his cute dimples adding to his cuteness, “Ere honey, taste this broccoli I made it especially for you” I said happily and scoop a spoonful of broccoli “Yes Moon, you have always wanted to taste your mother's cooking and trust me she put so much effort in making this for you” “Thank you so much mummy I love you” “I love you more my superstar” “I can't believe my little boy now has worldwide fanbase, everybody is now wanting to meet Moon the kid basketball international superstar” “Yes grandma and I will keep going higher and higher”

Ella says confidently “And all of the countless hours you spent drooling over mediocre men in Hollywood.” Aubrey laughs, insulting my current taste in men. I roll my eyes jokingly at her statement before deciding to speak up once again. “Excuse me…. Jack Gilinsky is not mediocre!!! He just isn’t as well known. I’m sorry but not every man can have the social status of Ian somerhalder or Justin Bieber.” I say, defending my current fixation. Aubrey laughs at my statement before raising her hand in the air and waving off my previous statement.

It felt as if I was going to die as Ilay keep pounding me with so much force, hitting the same spot over and over again. “I can’t. I can't look at you.” The words were nothing more than a strangled sound as they left my mouth, but I was sure he heard them. A large, rough hand wrapped around my throat, choking life out of me. "It's an order, superstar. Keep your eyes on me!" I winched at that word. Whenever Ilay referred to me as a superstar, I couldn't help but wince. Despite my tireless efforts to reach my current level, I felt utterly undeserving of the title, and it left me with a lingering sense of discomfort.

I screamed. I turned to face him and he smiled. “You don’t need anyone to lower the bar for you.” “I DON’T NEED ANYONE TO LOWER THE BAR FOR ME.” “You’re strong and phenomenal.” “I’M SO STRONG AND PHENOMENAL.” “You don’t need fixing. You’re a super woman.” “I DON’T NEED FIXING. I’M A SUPERWOMAN. ANDRO’S IRON LADY.” He burst into laughter. “Yeah, Iron lady in a good way.”