Popstar Grande Novels & Stories

Brown’s lavish birthday party was being held on the second floor of a five-star hotel. The Stars Entertainment was the largest film and television group in Nangania. The people who attended the party were all famous people from the upper class. There was a catwalk performance by all the artists present. The screams of fans rose and fell at the entrance. When it was Kristen’s turn, the cheers suddenly turned into sarcasm. “Why is this temptress still in The Stars Entertainment!” “Kristen, get out! You’re not welcome here.” “But... she’s so beautiful! This waist, this leg... I love it. She’s very beautiful. Why did she want to climb to the top with the hidden rules?”

“I just want to hear the truth from you. What is your name?“ He asked. Pissy swallowed hard. But he did not want to complicate things. “Percy Karol is my real name,” he said, feeling so scared. “Female or male?“ Fortune asked again, his attention focused on the man. He just could not believe that he had been fooled for six full months. Pissy paused. “Sir… I…” he did not know how to admit him. What if he said it and Fortune got more annoyed? “Female or male?“ Fortune asked again. And Pissy trembled. He had never seen this side of the man. Was he that scary?

My hair is down in big wavy curls and I had just enough makeup to compliment my whole attire since I didn't have anything too important happening for the day. I ordered a lemon drink instead of coffee or matcha and sat by the large glass wall as I waited then took out my phone to entertain myself. The video of me and Theodore remains viral even after almost a week. It now had millions of views, more than a million likes and more than half a million of retweets. To make it even more complicated, there were also short clips of Brian and I that came out like how he held my hands and almost melted me with his gaze during that fansign event.

Then she stood, squared her shoulders, and whispered to her reflection: “Let the #MakeTheSuperstarFallInLoveIn90DAYS begin.” ** Emily’s fingers hovered over her phone screen as she sat in the quiet corner of the university library, her heart pounding like a war drum. She opened Charles Adam’s official profile. It was polished, curated, and maddeningly impersonal. Photos from red carpets, behind-the-scenes clips, interviews, and promotional posters for his upcoming film, The Last Ember, co-starring the ever-glamorous Margeaux Shell.

They run to Tamera as she runs to them. Paige is about 4 inches smaller than her mom. And Brady is about 6 inches taller. They don't look like twins because of the vast difference. She's petite and he's tall and muscular. "I have missed you so much!! I can't believe you're here!" Tamera smiled. "We missed you too, mom." Paige said. "We missed you too, mom." Brady repeated. "So let me introduce you. This is Sheila and her husband Michael, who own this resort." Tamera introduced them.