My Front Page Story Novels & Stories

One empty apartment. "We just told the world," Marcus says. "We just told the world," Haruto repeats. Paige looks at us. "No taking it back now." "No," I say. "No taking it back." --- PAIGE The article comes out Friday morning. I wake up to a hundred notifications. My phone won't stop buzzing. Sadie: Paige. PAIGE. You're everywhere. Mrs. Chen: I saw the article. You did good, child. Unknown numbers. Reporters. Friends from college I haven't spoken to in years.

“Your article made the front-page.” Her eyes immediately averted to the paper he placed on her desk. She unfolded the paper staring at it in disbelief. It was the article she wrote about the violent protest at the city hall. This was the first time something she had written graced the front page of a newspaper. It was a great article, she knew it. She was really proud of herself the day she completed and had this good feeling about it. “This is nice,” she smiled as she read through some lines. “I loved the write up,” he chimed in she rose her head to look at him.

I've been drafting a response. [Don't.] [What?] [Don't respond. Not you. This one is mine. The board wants a statement from me, and I'm going to give them something better than a statement.] [What do you mean?] [I mean I'm done letting other people frame my story. Victor, Dorinda, the tabloids, the blogs, all of them writing their version of who I am and what I've done.] Claire paused, then typed: [I'm going to stand in front of a camera and tell my own story. My childhood, my education, my mother's death, my father's stroke, my marriage, my stolen designs, my recovery. All of it. In my own words.]

And then, Ivy says. And then we live, I say. Loudly. Visibly. In the version of things that is true. Bastien looks at me from the window chair. I look back at him. Tomorrow the article runs. And the story that gets told first is ours.

She came in with her notebook and her coffee and sat down across from me with an expression that said she already knew this wasn't a routine meeting. "I need to make a public statement," I said. "Not through the press release. Not through a prepared corporate document. I want to sit down with one journalist and tell a story directly. My choice of journalist. My terms." Bree's pen hovered above her notebook. "What story?" she said carefully. "About my sister," I said. "About why I left Hamilton Global eight years ago. About the foundation, where it came from, and what it means." I paused. "The real version. Before someone else publishes a version that isn't."

Dante muttered, running a rough hand over his face. "Look at it," Mason told him bluntly, his voice laced with an aggressive sort of tension. "Front page. Right now. Call me back when you've actually read it." Dante didn't call back. Instead, he kept Mason on the line while he opened the browser on his phone and loaded the university’s student publication home page. It took a few agonizing seconds to buffer in the morning quiet, the blue light of the screen reflecting sharply in his eyes, and then the massive headline appeared in bold black text at the very top of the layout:

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

I pleaded with him desperately, guys won't you help me bwg him, you guys need to help me so I can go back to bed and tell you my story. "No...no...no., you know am in the front page, this is over two months now, Eva, I said Two months that the media wanted to get the opportunity to asked questions about my kids, but they prefer to ask you yourself but here you are grumbling" he said with All seriousness, that kind of seriousness that can make any girl flinch in fear, but am already used to it.

“You scared the poor boy, dude.” That was the first response he got from Damien Lau after he finished telling the whole story. The doctor visited him today, and he served some mineral waters to him. He was just a bachelor who didn’t really care about food at home and only had mineral waters with him. Despite being a bad host, the painter still dared to pour his heart out by telling the story that bothered him since yesterday. Yeah, he had told his friend about his ‘experience’ with his student yesterday.

I would have loved to flirter myself that I am such an enchantment to the point of turning my husband like this, but the photo on the front page of the magazine he was holding turned my wild presumptions into wishes. Shivers of ice sting my skin as I bend down to obtain the newspaper, unbelievably glueing my eyes to the two faces in my view. Wondering who? Guess what? It's me and Jerol. Yes! The photos from last night have gone viral. We are on the front page and thankfully I haven't turned the tv on because I would be freezing. "NIGHT COUPLE!" That's the headline of the story, and a beautifully captivating site of us lost in a deep kiss under the moonlight is crystal clear in the display.