Stella Hudgens Only Fans Novels & Stories

She continued, “If I’m not mistaken, I think there was a man who’s been following you around when you were abroad, a man named Edward. He’d go to every concert of yours, and you were even on the news together too. Is that true?” “That is true,” Stella replied. “But he was just my fan. With so many fans that I have, they can’t all be wooing me, can they? We’re all in this industry, so I’m sure you’d know that as long as you gained the slightest bit of popularity, all of this is just ridiculous, right?”

Nothing. And this woman was nothing like her. Stella had been thin, quiet, always hovering two steps behind me. Wolfless. She flinched when I raised my voice and apologized when she hadn't done anything wrong. I spent half my time shielding her from my father's household and the other half pretending I didn't want to. Esther Hale walked into a room full of purebloods and told them they were wrong. She had a wolf's scent on her, faint, buried under cheap soap, and a spine Stella never showed me.

Stella faked gasp but laughed out her best friend's tone. "So... I saw you looking at that new girl today in econ class," Stella said, Scott groan he knows what's coming next. "You like her don't you?" Stella said in a teasing tone. "Yes, I mean, why not? She's pretty, cute and will nice" Stella chuckled at her friend's definition. "You like her, oh my God! Scott McDonald actually likes someone! Freaking finally!" Stella shouted as she grips the wheel in excitement. "Shut up it's not like you've done any better," Scott said.

Iris asked though she was assured by now that she wasn't here for pleasantries. Stella put the mug down, shredded the tit-bits of cookies from her hand as a kind of habit and held both her hands together. "Can you come with me?" It was not a question but a pleading request. "I know you are successful, one of the most liked female actresses of Hollywood with highest fan following. I know I am being selfish." It was obvious she'd cry any moment "I know I shouldn't have asked you that. I know you have your set of priorities. I know you would be thinking that I have gone insane. I know....." Stella continued blabbering before Iris stopped her.

"Be careful—there are reporters everywhere. Just listen to me, okay? "Stella's just a good friend. I'll explain everything. Where are you? I'm coming to find you—" Before I could even hang up the phone, I saw a massive crowd blocking the road—Stella's fans and members of the press swarming the area. Someone recognized me and shouted, rallying the others. "That's her! That homewrecker, Natalie Quinn!" "How dare you come between them? Do you have no shame?" "Stella's just too kind. That's why this two-faced woman got away with it!"

' renting the air. Her Sky appears on stage, the microphone in his hand. He looks so fucking beautiful up there, his hair looks trim, giving him a magnificent look. His baggy trousers sag at his waist, and his shirt imprinted 'Los Angeles.' Make Stella join the applauding crowd. "Everyone." Sky speaks into the microphone, "I don't even know where to start, to all my fans, I love you all. You see, these past few months haven't really been the easiest for me. I fell into a slump, no music formed, it was hard and I felt... Well, I just felt so low, doubted myself." He gave a weak smile, and everywhere went silent. "Then, I met her, the woman from my past who came jumbling forward into my life.

Fans were thrilled as they screamed louder as if trying to get their Idol's attention. Stella Harris was already at the center of the stage with her microphone at hand. Something was so different about her today and her fans noticed it. Stella Harris has always been a great and glamorous musician and dancer but today, she was all by herself, no much decorations, no backup dancers, no much fashion and glittering. It was just her on a simple gown at the center of the stage with her band as the music started. Stella Harris sang her heartbreak songs one after another, almost breaking down in tears as her fans sang along with her.

C: Let me go cry you a river. R: Dammit Cutter, I gotta go, but you'll pay for this. "Why are you so popular tonight?" Tucker looks over at me. "Stella's big mouth told everybody I'm dating an Auburn fan. It's all-out war now." "Good luck with all of that," Tucker laughs as he answers his own phone. Probably his nightly phone call from Karsyn. * * *

Stella took off her black cardigan and hurriedly left the performance hall. Her fan meeting had ended. She pushed her hair back and doffed her pink feathery earrings, dumping them into her bag like they were nothing but a piece of worthless belonging. Kenny walked beside her, shielding her from the enthusiastic crowd. A long line of fans eagerly extended their hands, yearning for a touch of hers. She grabbed a couple of hands at once and shook them several times before letting go.

Instead, they were smirking and said, "Hey young lady, you like it rough ya!" Stella's scalp was tingling when she heard the drunkards' devilish laughter. She shouted, "Do you know who I am? I'm Stella George, a superstar. It's best if you don't lay a finger on me, or else you won't be able to see the daylight."