Yesterday's Star Mga Nobela at Kwento

But five years later, I took Carl and left him. Jeremy stared at the ceiling, memories flashing before his eyes. The moment he walked away with Carl in his arms, my face was ghostly pale as I crumpled on the floor, blood slowly pooling beneath my head. Suddenly, his eyelid twitched as the sharp ring of his phone jolted him back to reality. "Mr. Sterling, check the link I just sent you. An international dance company posted a silhouette of their new instructor. I don't know why, but it looks so much like—"

"Now! Let us welcome! The one and only owner and CEO of Dream High Company, and also the owner of countless five-star hotels around the world. Let us all give a big, big hand to our very own.. Zebastian Dawson." The crowd gave a round of applause! Axel can't even be believed. My mom and dad's reactions, mommy Carla's reaction, cannot be explained. They all give me a bad look. Rhane just smiled at me and said that it's alright! Axel looks so mad, and he couldn't hide it. He just can't walk away because our table happened to be in front. The MC handed the mic to Zeb; beside him was Hattie, who seemed very proud of herself.

The line picked up on the second ring. “It’s me,” she whispered, her voice tight and cold. “Tomorrow morning’s keynote—I want Lena Shore off that stage. I don’t care how. I want her ruined.” “Double the price.” She hung up. The night wind blew across her face, but her smile was icy and cruel. Lena Shore, you’re already doomed.

she asked, disbelief in her tone. Nathan scoffed quietly. “I may be old, but I’m not stupid — unlike that grandson of mine. I know what happened this morning at the hotel, and I know he’s with that Caldwell girl right now. I’ve given you what’s left of what I own, Ali. At the very least, you’ll still have something to live on peacefully after the divorce.”

“Gregor, they will think you’re crazy if you say it. I mean, seriously think about it. WE are the ones created from star dust. The ones to seed a planet from another, and it took thousands of years for that to happen. Every time we kiss, the sky lights up with a show delivered by the heavens itself. The fact it is also my birthday is just another random fact to throw in there. It is a truly crazy story, and no one would believe you if you said it.” “I am crazy, though.” He said. “At least the entire world got a show on your birthday.” “And so did I.,” she replied. “A pretty good one at that. A nice birthday present from things which at least remembered what today was.” “Oh, you think?” he as

He looked stunned that I’d called on him. “How do you think the Yaldons will react to this? Especially Olivia. Don’t you think this might cause some backlash for you?” I smirked. “I don’t care.” Then I stepped down from the podium, ignoring the noise as Raven cleared a path to the car. ******* “Thank you for coming back, Raven. I can’t believe you left Star Entertainment. Weren’t you working with Dara as her manager?” I asked, genuinely worried. Raven was my manager before I retired, my ride-or-die.

growled Elora, her anger reaching its peak. Elora stared at the screen of her phone with an angry look. News about Anastasia was constantly flooding social media and news sites. Every time she scrolled down the screen, Anastasia's photo and name seemed to taunt her. Anastasia's new song, which was released just a few days ago, went viral and managed to reach the top of the charts. Music critics from all over the world praised Anastasia, calling her "the most beautiful and brightest star". Not only that, but the news that Anastasia will be attending Paris Fashion Week is also a big highlight.

Then she stood, squared her shoulders, and whispered to her reflection: “Let the #MakeTheSuperstarFallInLoveIn90DAYS begin.” ** Emily’s fingers hovered over her phone screen as she sat in the quiet corner of the university library, her heart pounding like a war drum. She opened Charles Adam’s official profile. It was polished, curated, and maddeningly impersonal. Photos from red carpets, behind-the-scenes clips, interviews, and promotional posters for his upcoming film, The Last Ember, co-starring the ever-glamorous Margeaux Shell.

The scene starts in a meeting room with a long table at the center. Astrid Yu sits on one side while her showbiz ex-boyfriend, Jerome Young, sits on the other. Astrid's mother, Vivien Yu, discusses with Jerome's lawyer the terms and conditions entailed in the Non-Disclosure Agreement. A result of the love team's break up. Jerome’s lawyer talks about how this scandal would hurt not only the boy's career, but the studio as well. The executives only want to tie up loose ends before they start marketing Jerome's movie.

Slowly she walked over to the window. “That bed is yours.” One of the girls informed Maia and pointed to the other top bunk. It had sheets and a big blanket and fluffy-looking pillows. “My name’s Jasmine. That’s Vanessa and that’s Nicole.” The same girl introduced herself and pointed to each of the other girls. “What’s your name?” She put her journal beside her and looked down at Maia with a smile. “Maia.” She said simply, looking up at the girl. She had super curly hair and darker skin. Her smile was bright and kind and she wore a purple pullover. She had her coily hair pulled back with a yellow scrunchie.