She Stuns The World Novels & Stories

"She's going through something so terrible. As her fans, we can't just stand by." Lionel let out a soft laugh, then his expression turned cold in an instant. "You've all been fooled. She said her boyfriend cheated, but in reality, she's the one who was involved with a married man." The crowd froze, stunned, for a full ten seconds. "That's impossible! She has a boyfriend, and they're so affectionate. We've all seen it on her livestreams." "Exactly! We've followed her for years. She wouldn't do such a thing."

I whisper to myself, knowing that Leo is able to hear me too. “ and now… ” I look up, my eyes displaying all sinister emotions perfectly. “ She’s mine. ”

Lucy's POV I keep on looking around the enormous dome, trying to find Lucifer from the crowd of people busy clamoring and making sophisticated noises. I was asked by my parents to attend one of our investors’ Birthday GALA. It’s so stupid of me to assume that Lucifer would actually waste his time attending this kind of event when he barely attends dinner parties even intimate ones. “Oh my gosh, Look who’s here!” I leaned over the back of my seat and shifted my gaze towards the person who just talked. “What are you doing here?” I automatically inquired upon seeing the face of Stacey A.K.A Silicon Queen who’s wearing a red halter dress paired with her usual heavy make-up look.

"I've been trying to get her to come clean, but she refused and even threatened me, warning that I'd pay dearly if I ever revealed this. I just couldn't stand by and watch her deceive the Greene family anymore, though, so I've chosen to reveal the matter publicly through this livestream." I noticed that the comment section in the livestream was filled with scorn directed at me. In no time, the whole thing went viral and landed on the trending topics online, and I was instantly stigmatized with labels such as "manipulative gold-digger who tried to trap a man with a baby" and "slut". In the past couple of days, numerous people had been coming to my place to deface my residence with paint and s

They had never seen her before, never even caught a glimpse of her face. But now, looking at the woman standing under the spotlight: poised, kind, brilliant, and breathtakingly beautiful, everyone gazed at her with pure astonishment and awe. She was no longer just a name or a mystery; she was the heart and soul behind Eternal Vow, and in that moment, she was unforgettable.

THE MANAGER CHAPTER 1 CELESTE “Five minutes till stage.” Adrian’s voice slides against my skin, low and husky, too close to my ear. I don’t look at him. I stare at my reflection instead. Sparkling dress. Perfect hair. Red lips. The idol everyone worships. “You nervous?” he asks, fingers brushing my collarbone as he adjusts the mic wire. I force a laugh. “What do you think? There are twenty thousand people out there screaming my name.”

Adrian’s POV I can’t stop staring at her. Her red dress glimmers under the chandelier light like the fabric was dipped in molten rubies. She’s standing still, but somehow everything about her moves, her skin, her curves, the loose wisps of hair escaping her bun and brushing her cheeks. She looks unreal. Breathtaking. Like someone pressed pause on the world and left only her in color. For a moment, too long of a moment, I forget where I am. I forget the people watching. The cameras. The expectations. The weight of the Cross name on my shoulders.

"Fine. Since you're my sister, I'll lower my standards. You don't need to grovel anymore. Just come find me and Snowviper, and take us to the top of Mount Cashmoore." "Sorry. I don't need Snowviper anymore. Find someone else." Her voice sharpened. "Stop pretending you've got it all figured out! You're so far from Mount Cashmoore. You'll burn up before you even leave the state. Now hurry up and get over here!" I switched on my camera. "Take a look. Where do you think I am right now?" She scoffed. "Where else could you be?" "I'm on the summit of Mount Cashmoore."

She blew him a kiss, raised her arms, and joined a knot of girls in the center of the floor. “Who Runs the World” blasted through the speakers. And she owned it. She sang every word, hips snapping, hair swinging, fire in her eyes. She teased the guys circling the floor, mouthing the lyrics like a challenge. The other girls followed her lead, but Cara was the spark, the center, the one they were all looking at. Even me. Especially me. I leaned back at the bar, ordered another beer, and couldn’t look away. “Something, isn’t she?” a voice said at my side.

She was THE ONE. The kind who strutted like the world had been carved to fit her silhouette. Our eyes were locked in a Cold War as she tilted her head, her perfect curls bounced as her eyes roamed over me like I was dirt on her shoe. I didn’t have time for such nonsense. “Well, if it isn’t Riven,” she purred, drawing out my false name like it was something foul. “What’s the matter? No audience here to cover your little mistakes?” My little mistakes. What world was she living in?