Tales From A Not-so-glam Tv Star Mga Nobela at Kwento

I turn to the camera as i speak this time, “Anyone who has ever become anyone, has a backstory. Some part of their history that isn’t as glamorous as the life they are currently living. The not so glamorous part of my life was as a secretary. It wasn’t so bad,” I chuckle as i stare at the lens, “But how fun can being a secretary really be?” There’s the sound of light chuckling from the producers and i look back to Natalia.

You reached out and took it. And she wasn’t about to let Evelyn Carter take what was hers. The morning sun streamed across her apartment, gilding the marble counters and the gleaming glass table where her laptop sat open. The screen showed the latest headlines, her name printed in bold across gossip columns. Vanessa Hart Glows at Society Gala — Rumors of Blackwood Heir Swirl. Her lips curled as she sipped her coffee. She looked perfect in those photos. Poised, radiant, hand resting on her stomach just so. A picture of elegance, of expectation.

"Good ma, what are you doing with this thief? She questioned, giving me a look of disdain. "When did you become Olivia's minions? What's going on? What have I ever done to you two?" I asked in pain. "Do you know her?" Glamour asked, shifting her attention away from me, as people around the mall started recording videos. "Tell them to stop that." Glamour ordered as her guards went to see to it. "Yeah, we know her very well." "She was our schoolmate," Tanya said. "But she's no longer in school."Sarah chipped in.

It read, "I'm dating a rich woman, but I use her money to pamper my true love." It would be fine if it stayed as a meme for laughs, but once it became reality, that was another story altogether. Penny's situation was truly tragic. When Giselle read through the homewrecker's background information, an idea popped up in her head. She was a beauty guru with millions of fans. "What if we do a live exposé?" Giselle thought to herself. She smirked. Right away, she sent a text message to Penny to seek her opinion.

Sasha asked, pointing a finger toward Gloria. She was trembling with anger and how uncivilized she was behaving every staff of the company started to gossip in a whisper. “How could this celebrity behave like this?” One said to the other. “That’s why people say everything is different behind the camera.” Another said. Though Gloria heard them she didn’t want to make this matter big and try to sort it out calmly. “Are you sure this is the dress our people sent you?” Gloria asked, looking into her eyes, and Sasha looked away nervously.

“Let's forget what happened. The past can't be changed but the future can be modeled into what we want it to be. So, what don't you tell me more about your side of the story. How did you hit the spotlight? I watched you live on TV when you open one of our country's biggest fashion show. That was she the most iconic thing for you to have done. Tell me more, my ears are dying to hear the legit news from the horses mouth.” “There's nothing really interesting to tell you about, Clara. You know everything. I swear”. Clara raised her fork, pointing towards me with a pouty lips. “Don't dare me, Mrs Kelly.” She threatened. I laughed softly, shaking my head as I lifted my glass. “Clara calm down. You

] [ I don't think I've seen her before] Tasha took Nate's arm, trying to hide her fear of cameras as she walked the red carpet into the Hall. The Hall was filled with wealthy people, who had nothing else to do with their money rather than flaunt it; at least that was what Tasha thought, as she watched them chattering away, talking about stocks, designers and auctions. She walked to an empty table, sitting all alone while she felt eyes gawking at her. [ She looks somewhat familiar] [ Is she some sort of a new star? ]

He drives me to the studio and is sure to give me one last sweet kiss before I head inside. As soon as I step out of the car, I’m intimidated by the sight of the studio. This talk show, Statford Nightly, is even bigger than the last one. The show is much more known for celebrity gossip and press tours than it is for any business news. I swallow my dread and step inside. I immediately find myself surrounded by the glitz and glamor of celebrity culture when I step in. I’m swept away by a stage manager and a few hair and makeup assistants and am bustled to my changing room.

She sat on the bed, watching them arrange things into place, including installing a television. What if that man is indeed Mr Stranger? The news states he is the most cruel business man in the country! And would she be carrying his baby? This man is the most eligible bachelor in the country! What?!! "How do you like the curtains madam?" Olivia nodded with a smile as she tried to remain calm. She's a billionaire's surrogate! Not just any billionaire. The top guy in the business world. Shouldn't she freak out? Of course she should freak out!!

Like one or both of the night shift guys! I was a college kid working summers on this production rig so the mostly older full time guys would probably be up for a chance to put me in my place if the opportunity came up. They knew I was a horney fuck cause I was always watching porn in the tv room. Flaunting my athletic body in the shower, dressing area, and even walking down the hall naked while I walked to my room probably got them wondering if I was willing to help them with their cum loads too!