Troublemaker Surviving Hollywood Novels & Stories

Neither needed to. Because what was there to say? They had all participated. In different ways. For different reasons. Lucian. Vivian. Luca. Isadora. Executives. Managers. Publicists. Friends. Enemies. Everybody had convinced themselves they knew what was best. Everybody had intervened. Everybody had pushed. Pulled. Separated. Redirected. Protected. Manipulated. Always with good intentions. Hollywood specialized in good intentions. The bodies left behind were usually accidental. Eventually Vivian broke the silence.

After promising to go to rehab and get the help I needed, they got in the car and drove the ten hours to come and rescue me. When we returned to Oakridge a few days later, there were already rumours floating around about what had happened to me in Blackfield. I’d found out later that Glen was pissed that I’d bailed on him, leaving him to deal with the thugs on his own, and he made sure my reputation was ruined beyond repair. Nobody ever let me forget my mistakes, and rehab had been a welcome distraction from the torment of the people of my hometown.

Holy Fuck. I slapped the biggest celebrity Lawyer in the whole world and he wants to buy my womb. *** Dear readers, so Mr. no one is actually a big powerful lawyer who wants our poor Kristie.

The man lands with a thud, but before he can recover, Lucian fires a single shot. The body stills. He whirls just in time to see Gabriele struggling against two men, his gun out of reach. Lucian lifts his weapon, ready to take the shot— But he’s too slow. The last remaining intruder knocks Lucian’s legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground. His gun skids across the floor, too far to reach. Before he can move, the attacker looms over him, a knife glinting in the dim light—

Jenna warned and Marie hisses at me. “You’re so lucky you survived that night” Marie said not once pulling away from looking at me. “What do you mean?” I asked. “Thank you for your time Avery, you can sit somewhere else now” Jenna dismisses me, I glare at her in annoyance and walk away from her chair to another empty seat far away from her and her friends. As I sat on the chair, I couldn’t help but think of what the last girl was talking about, surviving that night. What night was she talking about? Had she purposely tried to harm me before.

This was a complete nightmare. Not only had Kennedy tried to kill me, not only was I recovering from injuries that would take months to fully heal, but now my name was being dragged through the mud on national television. I was being painted as an adulterer, a gold-digger, a home-wrecker—when the truth was I was a survivor who'd barely escaped with her life.

I shut my eyes closed. “He took all the money that the cashier offered and left. The cashier survived, and my brother died. He surrendered after my brother’s burial service. That’s how Dad became a cop—to catch bad guys like him.” We stayed right there for a moment. She had the most painful experience at a young age. Her brother was taken away from her in front of her in a horrible way, but she stayed strong. I didn’t know how she managed to survive without even seeing a shrink. I admired her even more. She was the strongest person I knew.

They knew what happened in Robert Arisen's room but they were bound by loyalty not to say a word to any press or paparazzi who were hungry for a bite from the great business tycoon and multi-billionaire Robert Arisen, the most eligible but reclusive bachelor of the city and the sole heir of Arisen Group of Industries. Robert sat on his rocking chair in his room as a gorgeous ghost smirked with full lips covered in perfect red lipstick and a red scarf around her neck. Thick long hair swaying with every step as she slowly glided towards the man with a proud smirk at his punctality. Robert sighed in defeat as he felt her everlasting and haunting presence coming near him and said in a tone one u

"We're roommates, hamster girl." Oh. She sometimes forgot about the empty bed in her room. Guess the academy forgot to assign her a new roommate. Well, she had a room to herself back when she was living with her father anyways. "Anyways..." Rody whistled. "We're running late today. No breakfast for us." "And whose fault was that?" Jake's voice can be heard clearly behind Rody, and Jay giggled a little. "Hey, hey, calm your tits, sir." Rody clicked his tongue. "Little Jay, tell Big Jay that Jake murdered me and dumped my body into the—"

She hiccuped, he sighed. "I still want you around, in my life. Nothing has to change, Debby. I love you—" "Just not in that way right?" She let out a sardonic laugh. "I really thought this was the happiest day of my life but..." "I'm sorry!" "You keep saying that but you're just hurting me even more. There are so many things I shielded you from. So many things! I took the fall for you. I had the main tape destroyed just so my brother wouldn't have an incriminating evidence against you. I just—" Debby couldn't help but whimper as more tears came out. Eric immediately gave her a shoulder to lean on.