The Spotlight Hollywood Novels & Stories

I froze, turning back in disbelief. Under my shocked yet hopeful gaze, the boy who seemed to glow like a beacon spoke softly. "I like you too. Actually, I've had my eye on you. Let's grab a late-night snack together. Meet me at Twilight Club at 9 PM." Calvin flashed me a gentle smile before leaving the school grounds. I watched him go, my heart pounding. Had my dreams really come true? In my naivety, I missed the contempt and malice lurking in Calvin's eyes.

, I hiss to no one in particular. I hear Carlos’s chuckle behind me, he obviously heard what I said. “Possessive bitch”, he softly utters so that only I can hear him. I turn and give him a death stare, but he just continues to chuckle. I turnaround, preparing to enter just as Rodrigo goes down on one knee and the lights are cut. The whole hall is a buzz, and you can hear guns being drawn, people preparing for some kind of attack and just before the chaos ensues the Spotlight comes back on, and the rest of the lights also come on but they keep them dimmed. The spotlight is focused directly on me, everyone is forced to shift their eyes to the lady in the Shiny gold dress with the gold mask. I

After strolling around the mall, Darryl took her to a special place. “Where are we going?” she asked, puzzled as he drove. “Spotlight,” he answered, skilfully steering out of the parking lot. “Spotlight? As in the one owned by the Madrids?” “Yeah.” He smiled at her when she looked his way. “I thought you were taking me somewhere else,” she said, shaking her head. “Have you been there?” “Yes,” she replied briefly. “Okay. Tonight, we’re going there to relax.” “Relax? Isn’t it noisy there?”

At the risk of sounding cheesy, his smile makes me smile. "What's Hollywood without a shotgun wedding?" I reply. Las Vegas glitters— and roars. Everything feels more glamorous, more electric. Billboards flash faces of magicians, comedians, and showgirls promising the night of your life, while limos and party buses crawl bumper-to-bumper down the street. Fans shrieks as soon as they recognize Leonardo Knight, phones shoot up like fireworks, paparazzi pop up so fast I feel like a girl walking through a lightning. Perfect. Don't freak out, Lara. This is what is supposed to happen. This is what needs to happen.

"I wish it's me; it has to be Spencer!" "Me too, I want it to be Colten!" The people were shouting, trying to aim the spotlight at the supposedly luckiest woman. She was screaming with excitement as she stood in front of the first man. This was always the scene whenever someone was to be spotlighted. I was getting impatient and increasingly uncomfortable. It seemed like my fellow women were losing hope because only one was needed. "The last but not the least!" I didn't know what was happening around me anymore; all I knew was that I was feeling dizzy. Until I was blinded by the intensity of the light hitting my face.

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.

He walked toward me, his eyes locked on mine. "What do I have to lose?" I asked, my voice laced with despair. Max stopped in front of me. "Your chance to prove them wrong." His words hung in the air. Prove them wrong? Could I? Should I? For the first time, a glimmer of doubt crept into my mind. Maybe there was more to life than this darkness. Maybe.

Roger smiled brightly, but the words that came out of his mouth were vicious. "So, you see, the final list the school submitted only had one name from start to finish—mine, Roger Smith. No matter how well-prepared he was, what good would it do him?" As soon as he finished, he tore in half, right in front of me, the stack of documents Timothy had poured countless days and nights of effort into. "Matt!" Timothy's voice cracked as he shouted, his eyes instantly reddening.

Voices drift from a hallway beyond the counter—deep, male tones—and I quickly glance down at the note I wrote. Moonmark Ink. Friday, September 11th. 7:30 PM. I instinctively glance at my wrist, only to realize that I forgot to put on my damn watch. I would have remembered if the mark was on my wrist. It would’ve definitely been easier to hide. Earrings don’t work so well on the back of the ear, like watches do on wrists. Hench, why I'm here. Sighing, I look up and thankfully spot a small wall clock. Exactly 7:30. Right on time. Thank the universe. I hate being late.

(that man is loud) “We all know Damian. Sorry man, but Sullen and angry is Damian’s usual self, if anything he’s been more pleasant the last two days,” Spooky smirks. Chuckles and nods of ascent roll through the crowd, I expect Damian to react, but he is still holding my hand that is on his and gazing at me with affection, a slight nod to Spooky is the only reaction from him. “He did have a rough time sleeping and was restless, but he is often restless on missions. So, I can’t say anything definitively.”