Limelight Mga Nobela at Kwento

He hardly attends social events. So how the hell would I meet a man who doesn’t go out? “Hey, I’ve found something,” Jessica says, handing me her mobile phone. It’s the official I*******m page of the Luminary Foundation. They’re the biggest charity organization right now. Jessica is pointing at their recent I*******m post. “This dropped five minutes ago.” “What does it say?” “That’s the official announcement of the date for the next Luminary Gala. You know what that is, right?”

“Wait, isn’t the lecture held at 4 pm? It’s still 3” “ you see Monna going early will get us the perfect seat….” Sera said excitedly slurring the last word while looking at Luiz who dramatically bowed and yelled “Front roll” They both cheered happily and dragged me along They had coerced me into going to a business lecture with them, I never had an interest in business courses and neither do they, they were only going because the lecture was going to be taken by this Logan Gills. They're th top 3 rated hottest guys in Scarlet.

I question aloud. "You know what? Just hearing me say that out loud makes my skin crawl." "I'm glad you're finally seeing the light at the end of this brutally dark tunnel, sis." He says as he lights up in his hand accompanied by a beeping sound. "Who is in dire need of the attention of Liam Costello at this hour?" The question spilled from my lips. I just can't help myself. Every chance I get of steering this conversation away from my problems will be grasped with immediate action.

He was allowed to be up till at least 9pm during holidays, but he stayed awake till a whooping 2am the next morning. His eyes were now finally wide opened. He looked around at the state of his room. Looking straight ahead of him was his reading table which made direct contact with the green coloured wall of his room . It was filled with books which were scattered all over. The reading lamp on the table was at the edge of the table, almost at the verge of falling off and breaking its glass. His aunt, Maggie, had given it to him on his fifteenth birthday. His laptop was on top of the scattered books, slightly tilting to the left. It would have been a goner if it had not been for the large scie

I played with my fingers and I looked down, I inhaled heavily. I bit my lips to prevent the muffled cries from escaping my mouth. I rubbed my palms together when I heard steps from the outside. I immediately turned around and faced Lilia, the owner of this apartment. She was looking at me with a sad face, she swiftly embraced me and rubbed my back. I hugged her back and I nodded from her embrace. "I'm fine." "Good Lord, darling." She exhaled. I moved away and looked down. "You could still stay here, Candice. I am not in a hurry, please dear, do not worry about the rent—"

Sa lahat ba naman ng pagkakataon oh. Eksaheradang bumuga ng hininga si Lulu. “Ano ka ba naman Selene, natural na dapat pati ang kaibigan ng nililigawan, kinakaibigan para maging boto ang kaibigan sa manliligaw!” Napalakas ang pagkakasabi ni Luilaine at dahil dun naka agaw kami ng iilang atensyon sa loob ng library. Buti ang librarian ay hindi pa kami napapansin kung hindi…

They don't know but jealousy hit their brain and they want to hide both in their embrace so that nobody can see them. Emily wearing a one-piece dress that hardly covers her lower thighs. Her whole back is revealing and her cleavage is visible to all because of the halter neck of the dress. Same with Aarina, she is also wearing some kind of dress that has a low cut neck. And the plunging neck of the dress makes her front looks more visible. Emily and Ariana walk towards the stairs with her high heels and seeing him all boys gulp hard. Ryan and Daniel look towards Alex and Andrew who are looking at their girls. They both become more jealous and immediately steps towards them, blocking the view

I can do whatever I want. “Really? I’ll have you know I’m the most trustworthy-“ “Ted focus! I don’t have time for your, ‘I’m Mr. Perfect’ speeches!” I whisper yelled, I glanced up at the door again, before taking a look at him. “Trivia now, Go!” I demanded. He sighed, rolling his chair to the side then coming back into view, holding some cards, “angles?” I breathed out steadying my mind, “venue shots, outside shots, entrance shots, head shots, décor, prestigious guests, celebrities, influencers, hosts uh...”

The limousine door opened, and for a heartbeat, the world was nothing but noise and light. The Glass Pavilion was a monument to modern ego, a crystalline structure jutting out of the Seattle waterfront, glowing with the aggressive, artificial brilliance of a thousand LED panels. Flashbulbs popped in rapid-fire succession, a staccato rhythm that threatened to overwhelm my senses, but I didn't flinch. I had spent months learning how to maintain my composure under the pressure of a lens. I had spent months learning how to be a spectacle.

“Stop fidgeting. You look hot.” “I look like I’m about to be sacrificed to a neon god.” “Hotly sacrificed. There’s a difference.” I peeked through the side curtain at the main floor. Tables packed with bodies. Drinks glowing under blacklight. The stage itself was a polished platform with a single pole under a wash of crimson light. It looked bigger than it had during rehearsal. More final. “I can’t do this,” I whispered.