Iam A Superstar Novels & Stories

I laugh and say, "Ha-ha Let's go. We have the get-together at Ava's and we have a party to attend tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep before the Dinner and Gala." We open the door and sit inside. While she is busy starting the car engine, I switch on my bluetooth and connect it to the speaker and start playing Taylor Swift's latest album. We drive away, singing loudly and jamming to the song. I roll down the window, allowing the cold wind to enter. I look outside, admiring the beauty of my neighbourhood and I repeat to myself that everything I achieved is definitely due to the hard work I put in. I couldn't help but think to myself,

"She thinks now that I'm in Uni it's cool of her to take ownership of all my stuff back home, like hello I'm three thousand miles away not dead!" I laughed at her joke and automatically decided I like her, "I'm Abigail, Abigail Howard." "Carlacia Anderson" She introduced herself as she took my outstretched hands, "So big apple huh? Man, I'm so excited!" "Me too! I've waited my whole life for this" I sighed looking around the apartment. Carlacia turned to look at me with a smile, "Well, same here." I smiled at Carlacia who grinned at me then she suddenly cocked her head at me.

Matteo joined his friend to cut the cake. "It was a birthday after all" I muttered. Matteo sat few tables away from him. The guy from earlier joined me. He introduced himself, Jay Santos and vice president of Santos G. M. Company and the sole heir to his father's wealth. He began to talk about his success and I cared less. I didn't pay attention to whatsoever he was saying. My eyes began to wander as it scanned the girls at the party. I couldn't take my eyes off the girl at the dancing floor, quite a tacky dancer. I laughed the moment she slipped. Matteo heard my laughter. He immediately challenged me to a salsa dance battle. My husband is definitely nuts.

3 : "Superstar" Superstar 3 A part of me does not want to be with him but another part of me is curious. I want to be with him too even though I try not to forget that he is famous and he is always being followed by cameras around him. I am aware of how popular he is and I am aware of the fact that I am way out of his league to be with him. I mean look at me? Jesus Christ I look like a mess next to this man dressed in branded clothes.

“That’s not true I—“ “That was what I always felt in our family!” Celia interrupted as she fights back her tears. “Father looked at you as the future beta, while he looked at me as nothing. You don’t know how it made me feel when our pack members viewed me as their future Luna. Why can’t I just be what I want to be?”

… Over at Southlake City Airport, a luxury airliner just landed. "Mia!" "I love you, Mia!" "Mia! You're my one and only!" … Nearly ten thousand fans had crowded into the airport. Mia Patel was an international superstar with tens of millions of fans in Diatoran. When her fans found out she was coming over to Eastcove, they scrambled to greet her at the airport. Crowds would always gather wherever she went. Mia's path to fame had been smooth sailing, and people loved to discuss that. She shot to fame and became an international superstar in just two short years. Few could emulate such success.

I had never sat this close to him. Then he spoke out of the blue. "Do you want to trample upon them? Henry, Chloe, and all your bullies. Do you want to make them pay?" I froze, blinking my eyes as confusion shot through me. "What if I told you I could reshape your life? Make your dream real?" He offered, his eyes blank. "I'll make everyone who's ever laughed at you, beg to be in your presence." My lips parted as waves of shock sparked through me. Does that dream exist? Is that even possible to achieve?

She stuttered, and I could sense panic, so I pulled my cap off. "Jeremy Deluca..." She beamed, her eyes widened. "I'm a big fan, Mr. Jeremy... I... I watch all the Cheetahs' games, you're my favorite player." She squeaked, "you look even more handsome in real life. OMG!" As much as I was loving the praises, her loud voice was already grabbing attention. "Hey... Where can I... Where's Nadia Smith's office? She got newly appointed." I wore my cap back, dreading to be noticed by those ever-ready content creators and make-believe paparazzi.

Instead, they shuffled closer, like moths drawn to a flame. “Do you need water, my Queen?” one asked, her trembling hands already reaching for a crystal glass from the bedside table. “My Queen.” “Your Majesty.” “Our Queen.” The words stabbed at me again and again, their reverence so absolute it terrified me. Queen? I wasn’t a queen. I was a twenty two year-old college student who had fallen asleep during a N*****x binge and was supposed to have a quiz in English Lit tomorrow morning. This was insane. “Okay,” I said, holding up a shaky hand to stop them. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not—whatever you think I am. I’m not your queen.”

"I like superstar games. I want to play it." And so Kisa successfully coaxed Howard back into the mental hospital. But just as she was about to leave, Howard grabbed her again. "You said you were going to play superstars with me. You shouldn't lie." Kisa could do nothing about him and said, "Fine, fine. You are a superstar. Look, there is a stage there. Go up there and perform. I will be your audience, okay?"