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

Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings. I explained to her, "If you want to stand out, you have to set yourself apart from Eliza. She hides her face beneath her hair, so you should reveal yours. She also lets her hair fall wild, so you should style yours. Don't let the viewers think you're just copying her. Otherwise, you'll be forgotten." The Long-Haired Ghoul nodded, taking my advice seriously. "Then what style do you think would suit me?" I reached out and brushed aside her hair. Years of hiding her face had left it ridden with acne.

Everyone is 18+ Based on real events, but shortened/spiced up. About me: I'm a 6ft tall, slim twink, with no body hair, packing 5in. My hair is dyed blue, and I always wear a rainbow bracelet. I'm like to think of myself as vers, but usually I just bottom.

one of the guys dropped a notice paper on the table. I sank into my chair hopeless.I'm doomed. CLAIRE'S POV I smiled satisfied at my reflection in the mirror.I was on a red strappy satin cowl mini dress.It showed of my curves and round ass.It also had a tear that left the side of my lap slightly exposed. I put on a red pair of stilettoes heels while a beautiful jewelry set adorned my neck,ears and wrist.My brown long hair fell freely against my back. Darrell did take me shopping today and he also got me an i phone.

His jaw flexes, and I know he’s cataloging every word like it’s evidence. Onscreen, Elena lets the lawyer play his part, but she knows exactly where the cameras are. Every time a lens tilts, she turns fractionally, her smile soft, eyes wide. Vulnerable. Almost saintly. If I didn’t know her, if I hadn’t heard Marrin spill her secrets in that grim little safehouse, I might almost buy it. But then the newsfeed cuts to B-roll. Clips of her Platinum soirées, sequined gowns, champagne towers reaching for chandeliers. Footage of her walking red carpets with politicians and bankers whose names are now scorched earth in my articles.

My stomach twisted at the thought. Bright, posh, perfect Celeste. What Happened to You ? Being in a house like this, married to someone this powerful, all of this was your dream, all of this was what you wanted, so what changed ? Just then something steals my attention on the tv. “The Devereux Couple Steal the Spotlight at Last Night’s Gala.”

There’s no way out of this—no path she can take that doesn’t lead right into their spotlight. The TV catches her attention, now looping a replay of Noah’s statement. His face fills the screen, cool and unflinching, as he declares their "private relationship" to the world. The anchors are gushing over him, calling her lucky, a girl from "humble beginnings" landing the ultimate catch. They go on and on, some almost pitying her, some looking down at her with barely concealed disdain for not being in Noah’s league—a waitress and student, unpolished, with no background, no legacy.

Because it was clear the way he talked, he was a boob’s man alright. The first days they started with the basics, just cutting, chopping, dicing etc., as Amberleigh confessed more than one time, she was likely hopeless at this cooking business. Leo was a patient teacher, but truth be told, they cooked up more gossip than anything else. Grayson was a topic they rarely hit on, but everything else seemed to be free game really, and Leo was an expert source of salacious rich people scandals. The latest scandals rocking the uptown was Senator Berkshire was about to leave his wife for his twenty-year-old personal assistant, and the heiress to Giorgio’s Italian restaurant empire was in hiding due t

I knew that this party was being reported live on TV and for a second thought I wondered why I was Here . The door opened and there he was staring at me like a perfect gentle man . I took his hands softly and walked out . The moment I came out of the car the camera's began to click from different directions and questions began coming in from the lot of journalists . "Reporting. live at glow's home party ,our popular tv star had arrived at the party with an unknown lady with a dead killer shape " I heard the person say but I didn't turn . I felt nervous with the cameras flicking on my face from every corner .

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to Gossip and Sweet Drama Channel. I'm your host, Leslie Anne Harty, and today in the studio, we have famous billionaire, Ethan Hollen, and his fiancee, Emma Cole." The audience applauded as we made our way to the seats on stage. Emma sat down next to me and I took her hand in mine. Host: Thank you for coming here today. I believe you saw the interview we held with Linda Steele, former COO of your company, Hollen Tower, last week; so, today, you're here to set the record straight?" Me: That's correct. Host: So, firstly, was she telling the truth? Me: She put things way out of proportion.