Kelly Clarkson Booktok Controversy Novels & Stories

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

“Whispering, and a few leaked private messages showing that some of them think the cure doesn’t exist.” My fingers still. “What?” I ask calmly. “They think you exaggerated. Or worse—lied.” Kelly shrugs lightly. “There’s a theory going around that the island trip was just a publicity stunt.” Irritation rises in my chest, but I push it down just as quickly as it came. “They think I’m scamming them,” I say. “Not all of them,” Kelly adds quickly. “But enough that it could turn ugly if we don’t control the narrative.”

Kelly hesitated, feeling the weight of her words. "He's what? Are you going to claim he's Charlie's son?" Clarisse's tone was unrelenting. "Three years ago, you were involved in a scandal. If this child were truly Charlie's, would you have spent these past three years wandering abroad?" Clarisse held nothing back, speaking to Kelly with thinly veiled disdain. She despised Kelly, just as she had despised another woman years ago. In truth, there were few women Clarisse truly detested. Kelly's mother was one; Nancy was another.

“I’ve given you something to think about. Adiós.” With that, she looped her arm through Rowan’s and off they went, leaving Kelly confused. What? Unbelievable!” Kelly stormed her feet in anger. “And all of you, what are you all looking at? Huh!” She turned to glare at the gawking onlookers. Kelly stood in the middle of the grocery store, her fingers clenched into fists as Lydia’s laughter re-played in her ears. She couldn’t take the humiliation. Clinton had been disqualified? He embezzled company funds? And Lydia… Lydia had that bag?

Morgan muttered nervously, staring from side to side. “You think I do?” Kelly asked. This wasn't the first time she was getting this kind of attention. When the scandal about Luke's sex tape was posted on the school's forum two years ago, she also got this kind of attention. It wasn't the first time she was getting it, so she was now used to it. “They will get tired eventually.” Just then, Betty walked elegantly towards their table. “We need to talk!” She said, her countenance hard and unfriendly.

A few people stuck up for me, but most either didn't believe it, or didn't want to. I'm contemplating shutting down all my social media and taking a break--the shit's toxic. Who the hell runs clarenton secrets, you ask? Well, here's the answer: we're all asking, too. It could be one vindictive bitch or a group of bitches. Either way, they're some bitches for posting child pornography, among other things. I remember when Katy Schmitt's therapist's notes got leaked. How they managed that, I have no clue. That scandal led to one discovery: Katy has daddy issues.

The next morning, Kane Consulting felt like a room with all the oxygen sucked out. The Raven Club video had made the rounds internally. The same people who had applauded Clara the day before were suddenly busy staring at their keyboards. Nobody wanted to be caught on the wrong side of a story that smelled like money and lawyers. Clara sat in my office with swollen eyes. She was still trying to hold herself together. Landon Capital files covered the desk, and her notebook was filled with facts copied from press releases and public profiles.

He used to eat healthy food before but now he wants to eat something cheesy and even tries exotic food. A loud scream of a group of young girls caught Glenda's attention, she raised her head and travels her eyes curiously why these young girls are making such noises in a public place. She saw Dr. Daniel step out of the hospital and a sexy woman grabs his arms and drags him through her car, this woman is Kelly Clarkson-- his boss contracted model.

“I’m not sure if I know what you’re talking about.” Kelly scoffed. She still stood in front of me, effectively blocking anyone from seeing me. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was intentional, as though she didn’t want anyone to see what she was about to do to me. “You’re such a slut, seducing two brothers like that in one night.” My eyes widened. Did she see my kiss with Ethan? Anyone on the outside could have been able to tell that that kiss was spontaneous and not consensual. “Kelly, that’s not what—”

Liam Hemsworth himself had shaken my hand last week and said, "Looking forward to doing business together." Now this? By noon, everyone who mattered in Kingston Enterprise was gathered in the spacious boardroom. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to be sliced through with a knife. “We're clean as a damn hospital!" Caleb snapped. “This is bullshit." Kelly, head of personnel who'd been typing furiously at her computer trying to find anything at all that could vindicate us finally spoke up. “I found something." A financial gossip blog had run a blind item yesterday: