The-neighborhood-celebrity Novels & Stories

All he wanted was a keepsake of this marvelous event of his life. When it’s time for the show to start, they all took their respective seats. Since this year’s venue is a theater, instead of sitting around a round table, they sat on a row of chairs. In front of them were Hollywood greats, like Meryl Streep and Jack Nicholson.

Restless and unfulfilled, I grabbed my smokes and a lighter and headed out to the stairwell for a puff. Just as my hand touched the door to the stairwell, I heard a faint, frantic moaning. At first, I thought it was just a cat in heat. Then, a familiar scent hit me. It was a perfume that immediately made me think of my charming neighbor from next door, Demi Wilson. Every time I ran into her, that sweet, intoxicating scent always arrived first. Then came the flash of a red slip dress or perhaps a bodycon dress, with a neckline plunging incredibly low.

I replied. “Like you agree to the standards to your celebrity name?” Margaret asked to clarify. “Yeah…” I trailed out, replying. “Nikki Fox.” She immediately uttered. “Sorry?” I answered. “That’s your celebrity name, Miss. That would be your new name from now on.” She mentioned. …. Margaret had told me about many things. She had mentioned various topics on how to be a star. One of those requirements were living in a neighborhood nobody knew you resided in.

The last time she had come here with Aiden was to break the terrible news to them and she had not been in the best frame of mind to answer their questions as she had just been trying to accept the fact that her sister had been murdered and would never be returning home ever again. She rang the door bell again and stood, waiting. The neighbour hood was really quiet and looked empty and lonely but Tia knew that people were around, they were just in their houses and did not want to bother with any one outside of their personal concern. Tia wondered what kind of neighbourhood this was. It was indeed secretive and suspicious, like the kind of neighbourhood one would come to when one wanted to buy

I keep away from the pools of light under the street lamps, but it seems an unnecessary precaution, since the figure ahead of me never looks back. We reach the end of our neighborhood, and five-store shabby buildings replace the neat private houses and clean lawns. I don’t like this part of the town. It’s nasty enough during the day, let alone at night. There’s a bowling place nearby that I’ve been to with my pals, but apart from that, there’s nothing but the cheapest and the oldest houses, and a few sleazy motels renting by the hour. There’s a large park, too, proudly called The Central Park, but it’s mostly frequented by drug dealers and prostitutes rather than by joggers.

I thought inwardly. I stood on my feet and cleaned myself before dragging myself into the workshop "Hey!" Alicia-my colleague greeted, cheerfully. "Hi" I returned the greeting with a light smile. I was hoping no one saw the incident that transpired between Rodney and I just now. But hold on, what the heck was he doing in this neighborhood. He's not supposed be in this area walking freely without hiding his face or something. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jerked up immediately.

As I look across the room, a smile creeps across my face. I'm still amazed that I live in such a pricey property in Alabang's most renowned neighborhood. Never in my wildest thoughts could I imagine myself walking through such a place, let alone living here. Fortunately, Rachel, an old college friend, introduced me to Romina Martinez and suggested that I apply for the nanny post she had open.

She smiled at him, "Thank you," "You were talking about Nikky and Niccy about bringing them here? who are they?'' Alec asked her. Gazing at her. Natasha panicked inwardly. Was he going to ask about his kids? her heart thumped loudly. "They are my neighbors!" She suddenly announced. "Neighbours?" Alec raised a brow, he was suspicious about her. "Yes. They are my close neighbors," Natasha decided to get of the topic quickly. "Oh look, it's Alec Hart," "He's so breathtaking,"

Perks of dating him, huh? “Let’s go, Vena. There's no time for you to rest. It's a waste of time while your name is still famous. ” Big Sister even smiled at me. As if it was easy to work as an actress. It's safe to walk around here in my condo because the condo neighbors are rich. Well, Mrs. Del Monte is also rich. That one just really has something in her brain. My sister and I stopped outside when we saw a man leaning against his Lamborghini while holding his phone.