Starstruck Full Film Novels & Stories

Then Nasha peeked at his face and said, “Why are you hunting me? Tell me my offense so that I can apologize.” Star blushed her hair softly and kissed her forehead then whispered, “Being beautiful and charming me was your offense and falling in love with you was mine. Let’s agree to one thing and end this drama once and for all.” “And what is it”. Nasha snapped. Then Star grinned and said, “I’ve already told you. Let’s make a baby, then I will go to prison.” Nasha flared up and spat on his face then he smiled and cleaned it as he said, “That’s the only way I could stop hunting you. Remember, you are part of me and I have your freedom. Come on now, lie down, sleep, and think about it.”

As they settle into a secluded booth, Star musters the courage to ask Julius for an explanation, desperate for clarity amidst the confusion that plagues her mind. Julius, understanding the weight of her request, agrees to lay bare the truth, promising to honor whatever decision she ultimately makes. The suspense hangs heavy in the air as Star poses her questions, seeking understanding in a world that has become increasingly enigmatic. Julius's revelations unfold, unveiling the sinister intentions of Falcon and the significance of Star's powers.

The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

The stain was most likely made not too long ago. Sean noticed I was staring and looked down as well. He spotted the red stain. I was dazed for a moment. Then, I muttered, "Sean, let's get a divorce." Sean paused momentarily. His face darkened the next instant. "What nonsense are you saying? How can you say that so nonchalantly?" He vented his frustrations by storming off and slamming the door behind him. A while later, he came back into the room. "Why is our wedding photo gone?"

"Doctored footage? The camera system in the Perrone family archive room is maintained by Troy Security. Every piece of original footage is backed up in real time to encrypted cloud storage. This is the original cloud record, and the head of the security firm is standing at the entrance to the hall right now, ready to come up and testify at any moment." I paused, my gaze stabbing straight at Karina. "The night of the banquet, you put sleeping pills in my glass. You meant to drug me unconscious, then stage the whole illusion of me stealing secrets and being cast off by the other families, so you could be rid of me for good. Have I got any of it wrong?" "I did not! You're lying through your tee

I was on the verge of a panic attack because this guy was brutally hot and staring at me like I was a Jezebel. I stood abruptly, forgetting I didn't have pants or panties on, and the paper sheet dropped to the floor. But Dr. Duek didn't look up to my face, or reach for the disposable drape; instead, he stared right at my vagina, my perfectly groomed landing strip and the pink lips that burned with desire for him. His cheeks flushed red, but he didn't turn away. It couldn't have been more than three, maybe four seconds, he stared at my patch, but it was enough. Less than gracefully, I bent to pick up my wafer-thin shield, now in a wad on the floor, only to put my ass right in his face.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you something less tragic… cream and sugar. Baby coffee.” He set his phone down on the table before walking toward the kitchen. The whistle of the coffee maker filled the room. I rubbed my temples, trying to push away the chaos in my head. Wendy. Sabrina. My father. Everything knotted together like barbed wire. Then faint music drifted up. Scott’s phone screen lit up with moving bodies, and despite myself, I leaned closer. My eyes widened. Male strippers. Performing in a Los Angeles club. “What the…” The phone nearly slipped from my hand as Scott stormed back in and snatched his device away.

I had nothing to hide, but Jenny on the other hand? The dirt on her was beyond anything I had expected. As the scandal reached its peak, a man came out and claimed that he was the father of Jenny's child. He was completely confident in what he said, and for good reason—he had video evidence of them doing the deed, and in 4k resolution, too… In the video, Jenny openly mocked Steven, saying he had defective sperm. She had even accompanied him to a fertility check-up, but he refused to believe the results, calling the doctor incompetent.

Layla collapsed to the ground, clutching her head and screaming, "Stop filming!" Lucas' face went pale. He trembled uncontrollably, unable to say a word.

(beat) Sofie: “…Wait. Who?” Brinda: “Brad, my fiancé.” Sofie: “No. No way.” Brinda (flat): “My sister.” (Silence. A bulb kept flickering.) Brinda (voice cracking): “I walked in and I saw them. She looked right at me… and didn't even flinch.” Sofie: “Jesus Christ…” Brinda: “I left everything. My bag. My ring. My whole goddamn life. He fucking dragged me out of his home like a slut.”