Tales From A Not-so-glam Tv Star Novels & Stories

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Her fingers clenched around the device. Jessy’s voice crackled from the speaker. “Relax. It’s just a celebrity. You said it yourself—probably a one lucky night thing.” he will definitely forget her, Mira is nothing people like de.king don't go for girl like Mira. Tina stopped pacing. Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror—perfect makeup, styled hair, expensive clothes. And still… “He didn’t even look at me,” she said bitterly. “Not once.” There was a pause on the line.

She had heard of how this man could be scary, but never thought he could be this scary. "My name is Paisley..." She paused when the host slide the microphone closer to her face. "People are watching ma'am. You need to be audible so they can hear you. Tell us everything that happened ever since you stepped into Stardust company. Everyone is curious about what happened to you" the host spoke lightly. Paisley glanced over Cassuis one last time before facing the camera. She swallowed and began to confess everything single little thing. __ A cheat! A lair! A whore!

Suddenly finding themselves fighting to survive, Ellie and Jennie started working as cocktail waitresses, while Harold officially became a gigolo. I was too busy with Skymex Group to keep tabs, however, until a year later and I was suddenly being flamed on every corner of the internet. Even Skymex Group's shares were plummeting due to the backlash. It turned out that Harold, Ellie and Jennie managed to become internet celebrities over the past year, and started slandering me after they secured a solid fanbase. Ellie and Jennie especially had been bemoaning that although they looked like they used to lead a life of privilege, it was actually a life of torment—that my father and grandfather ha

“What purpose?” Excitement flashed in Vanessa Harris’ and Martin Jakeman’s eyes. Tyr chuckled. “You’ll find out soon.” At the same time, inside the most luxurious five-star hotel in Swampville City. “Unfortunate. How unfortunate.” From within a presidential suite came a furious smashing sound. The person throwing a fit was none other than Zayn Lee, a popular A-list celebrity, and the leading cast member of the TV program ‘Running Brothers’. By his side was a stark naked woman clinging to him, who was a female guest of the show.

No calls, no posts, no public mentions of how her pussy clenched when I whispered filth against her neck, or how her nails left claw marks down my chest that I still hadn’t washed off. But then I saw her on TV. Panel interview. Tight skirt, crossed legs, professional smile frozen across her face like it wasn’t covering up the fact that I’d had her on all fours three nights ago, begging me not to stop. The host smirked. “Elena, care to comment on the rumors about you and Jax Hart? The locked cabin, the leaked chapter, the… vivid imagery?” She smiled. Prim. Dismissive. “As I’ve said before, I don’t respond to fiction.”

“Are the rumors about Harrison Global partnering with Laurent House confirmed?” The last question nearly made me pause. Nearly. Instead, I kept walking smoothly through the cameras in heels sharp enough to sound like gunshots against marble floors. Six years ago, these same kinds of reporters called me a manipulative gold-digger. Funny how success changes the stories people tell about women. Inside the hotel lobby, staff rushed around preparing for the gala while wealthy socialites floated beneath crystal chandeliers pretending their lives were perfect. Nothing about Manhattan had changed. “Mama, up!” Ella demanded dramatically.

"I'm saying it because I know what it's like to be abandoned by people who are supposed to love you." Something flickered across Bella's face. For just a moment, her defensive armor cracked. "Andrew told you I was successful," I said. "That I work with celebrities." "Yeah. I've seen the articles. 'LA's Hottest New Stylist.' Must be nice, living that life." "It is," I admitted. "I worked hard for it. Built it from nothing." "Good for you." The sarcasm was back. I took a breath, choosing my words carefully. "He also told me about the medical bills. The insulin pump."

He vowed to do everything he could to protect those he loved. Starlight Scandal TV, known for its sensational exposés and exclusive interviews, had been relentlessly promoting the upcoming show. The host, a notorious gossipmonger named Victoria Hughes, reveled in the attention and was eager to deliver the 'shocking secrets' that would rock the entertainment world. The studio buzzed with activity as the crew put the final touches on the set. The stage was adorned with dramatic lighting and bold graphics, designed to capture the attention of viewers and heighten the excitement.

His. He'd dropped it saving her. The inside was engraved with a "C." "You used to call this your lucky charm. Why aren't you wearing it?" Her lips quivered. Tears rushed in. "Don't—don't bring that up. Giacomo made me." She dropped, sobbing. "He had dirt on me. I didn't have a choice!" Her voice cracked. "Those two years I handled the books, I stole. Jewelry. A whole crate. That Patek Philippe. Eight hundred grand.