Popstar Grande Novels & Stories

As she scrolls through her phone, she mumbles, “You don’t need to worry about it. I’ll take care of the business side while you and Trevor take care of giving the fans a show. Okay.” An uneasiness spreads across me, but it isn’t my place to demand answers for this. She looks up from her phone. “Plus, the fans will love to see you and Trevor flirt with each other. If you pretend to kiss or actually do, they will probably scream so loud they’ll blow out your eardrums. I was going to talk to the two of you before the next event and ask if you can go a little further than normal. Since you two are…” She glances around and then leans in towards me and whispers, “dating now. The fans will

My phone startled me with a call from Grantt, but I let it go to voicemail; I wasn't in the mood to talk or joke with him. From home, I headed straight to the studio. It took me two hours due to heavy traffic, but it was rehearsal day, so the company was bustling. Once I reached the rehearsal room with my talents, I settled in. There are numerous rehearsal rooms here, and each manager has their own office for meetings with artists. Big&High Entertainment is one of the largest studios in the country, managing almost 70% of A-list celebrities. "Hey, pretty Yongsann!" greeted Judie, my friend and fellow manager in the industry. They say both of us handle big talents, so many envy us when we col

she said, if her tone was different I would have nodded, because of course who wouldn't be her fan but her condescending tone screams otherwise. "Let's go," Steven said leading me away to a table it was for the ambassadors who were mostly models. They were super sweet. To be honest, I have no single idea what is going on, Immediately scanned the room in search of Steven, he wasn't far from me thankfully, and was getting approached and photographed like crazy, he is a celebrity of his own and according to Emilia is the most sorted Star maker and handsome as well. My eyes somehow found Actress Bassy, with a glass of time in her hand, she was looking at him, and she suddenly looked at me making

When the bystanders heard their upside-down version of events, they assumed this was just a family dispute and didn't dare step in. As soon as we got home, Mom and Dad locked me in my room—though calling it a poker room would be more accurate now. In the brief lull, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Stark…" I had no idea what my parents discussed, but they opened my door after a while. "Hannah, someone reached out to us yesterday. They said you've got the looks to be a star, and they want to turn you into one. As long as you sign the contract and listen to us from now on, our family will be rolling in money!"

"Oh, I have got some very big news. You are so going to piss your pants." "I would rather not," I say, looking at her a bit confused. Not many things would send Angela into a frenzy like this, and it definitely takes something special to have her all flustered on top. "Come on then, tell me." "You know how we talked about trying to get a big name for the season finale, right? Well, I got you not just one, but two top names willing to do this," she says, looking like she almost can't contain it. "Real A-listers."

"Um, sorry to barge in. The name's Lane Parker." I swallowed hard. Lane Parker? The porn star from out West? The porn star that got Drake drunk? "H-hi," I stuttered as my gaze moved to the woman standing just behind him. She was an older lady, but still as gorgeous as ever. Her long blonde hair reached her hips that were perfectly shaped like an hourglass. I noticed that she was skin and bones with the most voluptuous breasts I had ever seen. They were totally fake. Her gaze studied me just as much as I studied her. Who the hell was this too? My head wasn't in the right space to deal with more shit today.

he replied, feigning displeasure. “Only because I respect you so much, Grandpa! But really, K-pop is great! You should give it a chance. It’s fun and energetic.” “Give me a break! I prefer the classics! Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley—now that’s real music!” Grandpa retorted, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms defiantly like a young teenager offended. “Sure, but can you imagine Elvis shaking his hips in a dance-off against BTS? Now that would be a sight!” Kourtney teased.

Poppie said getting irritated. “Chile please,” I said, throwing a pillow at her. She caught it and giggled. “Okay shit, it’s just that she saved me Poppie....she really did.” “Well let me in on it, shit,” “She gave me her card that day. She told me that she knew about my record and that I had a good concept but I went about it all wrong. She told me if I ever wanted to know how to do it the right way then to give her a call”

“For who?” I hesitate. He leans in. “Tell me or I swear I will go upstairs, wake Sofia, and let her emotionally destroy you with disappointed big-sister energy.” I sigh. “Cara.” “Cara… as in… CARA CARA?” “Yes.” He slams both hands on the counter. “THE POPSTAR? THE MEGA-RICH, SHINY, CHAOTIC TALENTED MENACE TO SOCIETY?” “That’s the one.” “THE WOMAN WHO SET HER STAGE ON FIRE BY ACCIDENT?”