Popstar Grande Novels & Stories

I always thought we were just a silly conspiracy theory, that people claiming they saw a mermaid or werewolf were like drunk or crazy … turns out they are not. And I won … the whole thing. It is now ten months since the finale and I have just turned nineteen. I am, without bragging, the biggest pop star in the world, selling millions of albums, I cleared out every award show this year ... and feeling like a lost little girl most of the time.

“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?”

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?

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.