Popstar Grande Novels & Stories

Shops playing JC's hits made it even more popular. In Grenada, North America, where Annastacia lives is the same. Everything about JC is so popular there. All young old ladies adored the pop star. JC's posters decorate shopping centers because he is a brand ambassador model for famous brand products. Even Annastacia, who had not recognized JC at the beginning of their meeting a few months ago, now recognized JC.

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!"

"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.

I woke up to the sunlight falling on my eyes. I sat up, removing the blanket off my body, and looked at the watch. My eyes instantly widen when I see that I was a few minutes late for my first day on my assistant job with Derek Green." A tall and handsome popstar. My mom worked at the signing label with Derek, and it was because of her that I got the chance to become the assistant for popstars like Derek. It was definitely an honor to be able to work with me and go on tours as his assistant.

in response to the photo, which appears to have been taken while they were on vacation. The following photograph features both of them once more; this time, she is seated on a horse next to him, and both are beaming at the camera. The remainder of her profile is private, except for a meme she posted earlier this morning. The image depicts a man putting a can of beans into a microwave, and the caption reads, "When you break up with your girl and realize you can't do nothing without her."

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.

I prepare meeting materials, meeting rooms, drinks for meetings, photocopies, pantry stock, inter-departmental memos, plus if there are outdoor activities. Besides working at CreaGo, I also help Zetta, my best friend who is now a national class model. To be precise, I became her back dancer even though I kept my face covered, to hide my identity. Zetta is famous for her beautiful face, and because she's good at making TikTok videos related to cover dancing. There, I acted as her back dancer. There's one of the most famous videos. That's what made her super famous. Not bad... I can get some pocket money from her.

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i