Troublemaker Surviving Hollywood Novels & Stories

“We survive this. Together. No matter what.” Her breath hitched. “I… I trust you,” she whispered. “Then hold on,” he murmured, voice low, intimate, trembling just like hers. The final trap struck. The floor beneath her father’s fragment began to collapse, shadows reaching upward to swallow him whole. Ava lunged, catching the trembling echo with both hands. The room screamed around them—shapes writhing, walls twisting, reality bending.

I forgot how to breathe for a couple of seconds, my eyes following every swift movement— until it bypassed her. She survived? “She passed!” someone yelled before I could make sense of whatever had just happened. Sudden cheers erupted and the loud bangs of music resumed as the chains fell off the woman’s wrists and ankles, relief trembling in her eyes. I sighed in relief. It was another woman’s turn to dance. She stepped out with her chin slacking into a wide smile as she stepped on her toes and began swaying her body. A couple of moments later after the music stopped, the woman's ankles snapped and she crashed to the ground with a faint whimper.

"Cara, there is something you don't know about the wreck. Something we have to tell you. I'm so sorry..." But Cara put her hand up and shook her head before speaking and cutting him off. "No, D.W., it's OK. Because I do know, actually. I know exactly what happened in the wreck. My best friend shielded me from flames and saved my life. I do know that Kaylee didn't make it. I know we lost her. I promised her that I would go on living. And I promised her that I would tell her parents that she is OK and happy."

I said. I turned to face Reece, " I still don't trust you, but if what you're saying is true then, this isn't enough to convince Jenny that it wasn't you. Especially when Jordan is involved" I told him. He sighed, " I know, but it's all I have" he said. I got up, " Why the hell does Jenny attract psychopaths?" I asked and eyed Reece. He shrugged, " I deserve it" he said. Things just got complicated...

I, Charles Turner, was a single father staying with my son as he studied in Noule, Muria. Our neighbor was another woman and her daughter, who happened to be my son's collegemate. The mother, Kerrigan O'Reiley, was heavily pregnant. Meanwhile, her husband was constantly away from home due to work. Unable to reign in her urges, she secretly slept with my son, Carl Turner. Kerrigan's daughter, Shanine Baxton, was strikingly beautiful. With her amazing complexion and shapely legs, she could easily pass as a celebrity.

He gave a short nod at most before continuing toward the car, leaving the woman visibly awkward behind us. I glanced back once before looking at him curiously. “Who was that?” Alex opened the car door for me before answering casually, “An old friend’s ex-wife.” He paused briefly before adding, “She’s a pretty famous actress here in New York.” Something about that answer stirred an uncomfortable feeling inside me. The mention of divorce still hit a sensitive spot I hadn’t fully healed from yet. No matter how much I tried to move forward, the memories still lingered quietly beneath the surface.

"Mr. Brando, you're making me uncomfortable. Just because I'm not producing your next movie doesn't mean you're allowed to harass me over it, right?" People turned and shot him knowing looks. "Wait. Didn't he just win an Oscar? Since when does an Oscar-winning actor struggle to find investors?" "Ooh. The dude's worried. He knows Bette's got a new artist to back." "Damn. Harassing a young woman over money? Do artists really have no class anymore? It's her choice what she wants to produce and what she wants to drop!" "Nah, man. He just realized he's being dropped! Of course he's panicking. He wouldn't be here without Bette!"

"You planned murder," I said, sweeping my gaze over them. "Every single one of you was in on it." Lana broke completely. She dropped to her knees, crying. "Landon, I was wrong! I really was! I'm your wife—I never wanted to kill you! They forced me!" I let out a scoff, pulled out an insurance policy, and smacked it against her face. I was the policyholder. She was the beneficiary. "Maybe you didn't think of it at first," I said, mockery in my eyes. "But Felix got himself into trouble."

I gave him a serious look. “They followed us?” It was Max. “I saw what those two can do, I’m not about to be dead meat” she continued. “Where?” Sebastian looked shocked. “At my house, where you were too. Duh!” Max rolled her eyes at him. ‘Well duh!’ He was asking stupid questions for someone who feared for his life. “And you survived, how?” I was suddenly curious, but of course she ignored me. Max's P.O.V ‘She's working with him, she's working with him. This must be ruin my life day’

"Atlanta, 2022. Makeup artist named Tasha Monroe. Worked on the same film as Liam. According to her sister, Liam asked her out multiple times over the two-week shoot. She kept saying no, she was engaged, getting married in six months. One night, she's walking to her car after wrap, and a vehicle hits her. Hit-and-run. Driver never found. She died at the scene." Nate paused, and Lauren could hear him typing. "And then there's one more. Boston, 2023. Casting director named Olivia Hart. Liam auditioned for her. Didn't get the part. He emailed her afterwards asking if she'd like to get drinks to discuss his audition. She responded professionally, declined the invitation. A week later, she's atta