My Idol Novels & Stories

,, Kshitij said and ruffled her hair Adrija pushed him away and straightened her hair and asked irritatedly, "Are you done? Why are you stretching each word of yours?" Kshitij grinned like a buffalo and showed his big white teeth and said proudly, "Ahh ! My sister is a Rajasthan idol. A celebrity and very famous on social networking sites which are sharing your performance and appreciating my super Di. So, obviously i will be happy for you. I'm proud of you" Adrija smiled politely and said, "You are exaggerating so much. It's just a 'Rajasthan Idol'. And my main goal is to win 'BHARAT IDOL' and then the Indian Film industry"

I nodded. “Wow, Ana! Ethan! The male idol!” she almost shouted her eyes wide, she looked like a kid who just uncovered a box full of candy hidden under his bed. 'Everyone knows he is an idol, Who are you? A clown?' My subconscious sneered at me. I’m Ana! I snapped at it, for the first time, in my life surprising us both. It fell silent at my outburst. The man who was hurrying into the roadside shop glared at us.

My idiot❤️: Hunter You: Yes? My idiot❤️: You didn't say I love you back. You: I said goodnight tho. My idiot❤️: Your point? This is the time you say I love you back. You: I don't want to tho. My idiot❤️: 😒😒😒 You: Fine. Happy😌 My idiot❤️: Why are you like this? You: Adorable? Cute? A lovely human being? I could go on. My idiot❤️: Goodnight Hunter. You: Goodnight Adrien, I love you❤️

I***a ID - dayyyyydreamerrr As this is the start, I really need your support. Thank you ❤️

"I think it's too late to save him!" Well, I already know he knows what I'm thinking. Don't worry, Oliver and I are still normal. It's still not turning, even if it turns, I want to do it anyway. Oliver is the ideal type of man, please blaspheme me, that's your right too. But that's just how it is, as a fellow man. I admit that Oliver is the ideal type, considerate, and very sensitive. I think he's thinking the same thing as me. “But I think I have to save him. I lied to him, and I was wrong! You guys go first, boss.”

She explained, letting out a laugh, rolling her eyes again. "Not much of an idol. I kill people and refuse to believe in fate." Imelda shrugged her shoulders. "The way I see it is you have determination to prove people wrong and strive to protect people who don't even realize you're doing it. You're the kind of idol everyone doesn't realize they need. Though the way you do it is a little unorthodox. But who am I to judge? I'm mated to the devil after all." She joked. I gave her a half-smile, finally feeling like we were in a good place again.

How so many people look up to my miserable self. How they idolise and see me as a perfect and ideal person. How everyone thinks I’m living my best life drowning in riches,praises and respect when I’m actual fact I’m dying slowly, physically,emotionally and mentally. He came to the hospital today for a general checkup only to learn that his condition worsened even with the humongous amount of medicine he takes and the treatments,he followed a strict diet and excruciating exercise routine only to hear such depressing things.

" You are indeed my idol, I have been a fan of you since You were still a normal Model, I always dreamed to be like you, but... " " But? " " Well, I guess some things should just remain in our imagination. " " Why? " " I can't become a model because I don't have the perfect figure And also because my mom hates the entertainment industry as she often believed that most of them there are Prostitutes, oh am sorry, for saying this. " The Young girl Quickly apologized when she realized what she had just said.

she replied. "He can be really sweet and down to earth, but he has strong detest for violations, people often say it's better to jump off a high cliff than breaking any of his rules." "Who is he? What does he look like?" Kim asked impatiently feeling cold shiver wash over her body. "His name is London Malik, the finest man on earth, you'll see him at the orientation," she replied. Kim suddenly went mute, staring into space. From what she just heard, it will be a death sentence breaking any of the rules, but with the complications of her situation, she knew she'd be breaking one in no time.

Being an only child with a single mother I do wonder what it would be like to have a brother or sister to play with, get annoyed with, tell him or her about how my day went and a lot. I love singing and dancing when I am angry. I do that to cool down. It has been my dream since I was a kid to become an Idol but my mum doesn't want me to sing or dance. She really hates it, like she is gonna prefer I become a stripper than to be an Idol. Just kidding, seriously I don't know why she hates it.