Versatile Superstar Novels & Stories

“Oh, that’s sweet. I’m just a dancer.” Emily nodded, trying to keep her composure. But inside, her heart was unraveling. Because standing in front of her was the perfect match. Charles Adam—the global superstar. Nancy Davis—the world’s most celebrated ballerina. They weren’t just beautiful. They were legendary. Achievers not by inheritance, but by brilliance. They belonged to the same world. The same spotlight. The same rhythm. And she? She was just an average girl. Her life was like a cruel joke.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

***** "Adriana! I had the greatest time! Thank you for setting me up with him. He was such a gentleman. He showed me to the coolest places and met all the fancy people. I was holding my face still the whole night trying not to look too excited. I never met so many famous people in one go. And they all asked who's my personal stylist....." She was rambling on and on about her night, while I continue sipping on my espresso and lighting another cigarette. I was on my laptop, finishing off some work in my black sheer lingerie. It was one of my guilty pleasure, well aside from the mountain of heels that I had been collecting over the years. I was working throughout the dining table, paperwork sca

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

Carson paused before collecting his words which I was very grateful for "Miss Auclair, I suppose you are auditioning for the main character" he finally said "No, I will be auditioning for the second female lead," I said while he stared for a while before nodding "Why do you choose this character?" the question came from a lady one of the judges "for a change" I answered "For a change? am sorry your answer is short" "by change, I mean to showcase how versatile I can be as an actor, my previous works have always been the same type of character, a patient and kind main character," I said while she nodded

Maybe I should start calling him "Alpha Superstar." Still, there’s no sign of Serena, and that makes me uneasy. Somehow, her presence brought me a strange sense of calm. Trying to shake the discomfort, I twitch my fingers and start stretching, hoping to at least appear like I know what I’m doing. My movements are stiff and awkward—I probably look like a fish out of water. Not that it matters. I’ve never been the athletic type, and looking at the heavyweights scattered around the room, I’m pretty sure I’d need a miracle to even budge one. Honestly, the weights are more likely to lift me than the other way around.

"If only I could be a Father too and be happy like big brother 'Alexander'. He sighed sadly. "Too bad, being a celebrity almost forbids that. I can't be a Father just yet". "Hahaha, what am I even thinking of?. I'm not ready to be a Father, I'm still a young cool guy". Mateo laughed out at himself before checking his phone. He made sure to wear a cap with a black glass so his crazy fans won't recognize him easily. He was so busy with his phone that he mistakenly bumped hard into someone that ended up falling.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

“Terrific? You serious?” “Come on, let her go,” Paulo said. “We’re talking about something important.” Jack hesitated, then reluctantly released her with a loud smack to her backside. She slipped him a folded note before disappearing into the crowd. Jack’s smirk widened as he glanced at it. I set my cup down. “Why are we pairing trainees with obvious disadvantages against those with every advantage?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “What are you on about, Adrian? The chubby one?” He laughed mockingly. “She’s useless on the field. Might as well be good for warming someone’s bed…”

Goddess he is a piece of art. He stood at a height of 6'3 with a strong build, I could see the outline of each muscle through his fitted shirt. He had a millitary buzz cut which gave out a 'don't mess with me' aura. He had sharp features but what stood out the most were his narrowed moss green eyes under his bushy eyebrows. His lips which weren't too think nor too thin were stretched in a straight line. He is my mate. My true mate. "Celeste!" A soft push on my shoulder jolted me out of my thoughts, I turn to my left to find Theo staring at me with a frown.