Smash Or Pass Celebrities Novels & Stories

I immediately opened my mouth in reflex to everything. “What’s wrong? Why is everyone staring at me?” I asked. “Did you take a selfie with anyone this lately? The pictures of you and a celebrity combater was taken round the net.” She said in a whispery tone as we walked. “What do you mean by a celebrity combater?” I questioned her. She narrowed her eyes before actually replying me. “Someone who is famous for beefs with celebrities. The company is afraid he will make a bad name for Pink Moda. Thus, the bosses summon you.” She said. A part of me died down as she said that. Not again?

“She’d do better interrogating the shrimp tower.” Behind us, Tomas—my sarcastic IT genius turned event technician—popped up from the plush settee, clutching his iPad. “Live feed’s running, crowd’s restless, and one influencer already went viral asking, ‘Who is this mysterious billionaire queen?’ with the emoji crown. Ten million views in twenty minutes.” I pressed my lips together in a tight, victorious smile. "Let them stew." And me? I wasn’t playing golf anymore. I was playing gods with gold clubs and glass heels—and everyone else?

I had to give it to him, he'd gone balls-out and had gotten at least five pieces of old-school press for the company, never mind untold social media posts and reels. And the celebrities? He'd managed to reel in a few A-listers, including Hollywood's newest hottest starlet, Claire Larsen, who was headlining the summer blockbuster Bratz movie. She was, literally, every man's fantasy. She was a cross between Megan Fox and Scarlett Johansson. And she was striding rapidly towards me across Bruce's manicured lawn as the bastard droned on about monetizing the app.

“Someone will find me. You won’t get away with this.” Both their heads snapped to me, and then they laughed more, the sound cruel and sharp. “Aww, she speaks!” the guy by the door snorted. “Gold digger thinks she’s dangerous,” the smoker said. “How cute.” He said in a mocking high-pitched voice, wobbling his head side to side. “Ooh, I’m dating a celebrity. I’m untouchable.” My fists clenched. One of them walked up to me and squatted down near me, his eyes narrowed. “Let me guess, you thought because you and him went viral once on I*******m, you were untouchable now?”

For whatever she wanted to call herself. I switched to F******k. Posted another cryptic message there. "Funny how celebrities think they can escape their past by changing their name. Spoiler alert: You can't. Someone always knows. #Exposed #ModelSecrets" Done. Three platforms. Three hints. Not enough to get me in legal trouble for outright defamation, but enough to plant seeds. To make people wonder. To start the whispers.

Hence, popular male celebrity A was done for. Popular male celebrity B had paid someone to take a high school test for him and had a physical conflict with someone from the education department that had caused them to be hospitalized. The incident had not been reported to the police, but there was a live recording of it. Hence, popular male celebrity B was done for.

Not in whispers shared by excited girls at school. She had seen De.King—the world-famous celebrity everyone adored—standing right there, breathing the same air as her. She had been close enough to see the faint crease between his brows, close enough to hear his voice without a microphone. Close enough to matter, even if only for a moment.

Kiran did not reply; he merely stepped back to let Starley take the stage. After setting the tripod on the ground, Starley stared straight into the camera and jabbed a finger at Marshall and the building behind her. "My dear fans, this is Marshall Simmons, CEO of Blooming Group. This building behind him is their headquarters. The Blooming Cream I used is one of their products, and now I'm disfigured. You guys must help me get justice! Uwaaah…” Her acting skills were quite persuasive, and her weeping, mournful countenance instantly aroused the anger of netizens and fans.

"Being merciful to your enemies is being cruel to yourself." That was what Aaron often told Grace. "I'll handle the rest. You just focus on preparing for the fashion show," Xander said. "Okay." As soon as Grace arrived home, a new hashtag rose to the top of the trending list online. #HeiressDownForAThreesome Minutes ago, various well-known entertainment media from Pamore had gathered outside Room 888 of a hotel with cameras and microphones aimed at the tightly closed door.

They promised to keep the public informed of any legal developments. As soon as the post was live, it attracted a crowd of curious onlookers. The comment section exploded. User "MonkeyBusiness101" wrote: "The last celebrity who posted a statement and lawyered up ended up toast." "NightOwlSpice" replied: "Comparing a celebrity to JL Capital is ridiculous. Stars may crash and burn, but big money outlasts us all. Too many late nights have fried your brain!"