My Front Page Story Novels & Stories

Sydney looked pale, hunched over her laptop, no clever words left in her. I stood in the foyer, phone in my hand, feeling the ground finally start to tilt the right way. David texted me: Front page everywhere. You flipped it. I typed back: Good. Now let them come for me. I’m ready.

He answered almost immediately. “Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?” I teased. He laughed. “With everything going on? Sleep’s the last thing on my mind. You’re the one who should be resting. How are you holding up?” I chuckled softly. “It’ll be fine. That’s why I need your paper to run the story—first thing tomorrow, front page, every magazine.” My voice carried no trace of humor this time. “Understood,” he said. Once I gave him the details of what to publish, I ended the call and turned back to Aina.

They felt like freedom. When Roman came home, I was still typing. He leaned against the doorway, watching me with that soft, curious smile of his. “What’s got you so focused?” he asked, walking closer. I looked up, blinking away the haze. “I’m writing something.” “Another blog post?” I hesitated before shaking my head. “Something bigger. I think… I think it’s time I tell my story.” He raised an eyebrow. “Your story?” I nodded, exhaling slowly. “Everything. From the beginning. Before you. With you. All of it.”

"I'll verify what I can and have my editor review everything. If it checks out—and I think it will—we'll run it on the front page." "Front page?" Mom stands too. "That's" "The only place for a story this big." Daniel gathers the documents carefully. "An Alpha systematically destroying political opponents? Framing innocent pack members? This goes beyond local pack politics. The Inter-Pack Council will have to respond." We leave the office as the sun sets. The drive home is quiet as mom grips the steering wheel tight. "Are you scared?" she asks finally. "Terrified." I look out the window. "But also relieved. We're finally fighting back."

"Saves me the trouble of dragging you here myself." "Why did you do it?" I asked, keeping my voice as flat and steady as my burning lungs would allow, my hands clenched so hard in my pockets that my fingernails cut into my palms. "Son, come check this out," he continued, completely ignoring my question as he gestured toward the front-page headline. "The latest hot news. Or let me read it out for you: 'Captain Declan Kingsley carries consultant out of arena fire, leaving fiancée behind.' Top story. Millions of views in less than an hour."

“What’s going on?” “I didn’t know either,” my assistant Ali whispered. “I’m sorry, sir.” “It’s not your fault,” I assured her that her job was safe. My father’s assistant, Vanessa Dylan, placed today’s newspaper issue before me. “That’s why we’re here early,” my father said firmly, staring right into my eyes. I didn’t have to check to know that my face was on the front page and all over the internet again, like I’d been for the last two months.

So today I am not going to be talking about my life because I believe there are a lot of things everyone of you that is reading this journal has learnt about me. Instead, I want to tell the story of a guy named Jack. He was the senior prefect in my former school in Port-Harcourt. In this story, I am going to be the sole narrator and whatever I say is authentic and not falsified. I would like you to pay attention to this wonderful tale of Jack. I am aware that it may not be any of the things that have happened to me but this story is important. Jack's story is important because I am a part of it. I am part of it in a very little way that you may not be able to notice but I am.

I ask confused. Stopping doing anything, confused I approach my employee in the kitchen, not understanding what she was saying. She soon understands that I don't understand anything that is going on, and quickly answers me, "Didn't you know sir? You and Miss Victoria made the front page last week, we left a copy in the living room so you could see the story they did on you."

I couldn’t help but ask. The event was a close-door affair, so no one should have known what happened there. I could remember now that I saw a news van in the garage. I was sure they were the ones who leaked it out. I entered my I*******m page, where I had the most buzz, and one of the outlets carried the story, for which I have been tagged. “Shit!” I wanted to do this low-key and didn’t want anyone to be aware of it, but I guess it was out the window.

My mother said laughing almost hysterically. “Buy your news— wait, I know you." I turned in time to see the man running to his stall and grabbing a paper, I was in the front page and Gabriel was right beside me... We were walking into Mr Mason's mansion, holding hands... Our engagement ring was sparkling. We made breaking need and front page. I saw the headline and I gasped. My mother grabbed the paper from my hand. “Of course, my daughter is famous, she's a model, it's not surprise she made front pag—"