Yesterday's Star Novels & Stories

He looked at me with a focused intensity that made the hair on my arms stand up. "The press is already circling the block," Gabriel said. He took a step toward me. He was tall, and in my flat bare feet, I had to crane my neck to see him. "My phone has not stopped ringing for twenty minutes. My investors are asking why my personal crest is being flaunted on a pop star’s social media in the middle of a bedroom." "It’s a very nice bedroom," I pointed out. "Technically, your reputation is intact. You aren't even in the shot. I'm the one wearing your laundry while the whole world watches."

Former colleagues kept me informed—Ethan was now avoiding the office entirely just to stay away from her. She refused to resign, becoming the laughingstock of the entire workplace. But the situation didn't last long before another dramatic twist unfolded. One day, a massive banner was hung outside the company entrance. "Chloe Bennett, Shameless Homewrecker!" The video spread like wildfire online. In the footage, Chloe was being beaten senseless by the wife of a wealthy businessman. Slaps, kicks to the stomach—at one point, even a chunk of her scalp was torn off. Bloodied and delirious, Chloe clung to the woman's legs, wailing.

The once-stoic man, known for his unwavering composure, now bore the visible scars of a heart in ruins. From the commanding height of my penthouse, I gazed out at the city that once reflected the pinnacle of my success. The sprawling metropolis below, a maze of lights and shadows, mirrored the labyrinthine corridors of my own fractured soul. The view that had once been a source of pride now served as a constant reminder of the void left by Evelyn's inexplicable departure.

“My mother used to listen to her.” "Your mother had the best taste of all, then.” I smiled as I turned. "Do you like it very much?" "I don't like it, I love how your lyrics make me feel," he admitted with a smile. I hope she wins all the awards she was nominated for this year, she deserves them. "Wow, I guess it's a phenomenon..." "He's going to be one of the biggest stars in this country, and you'll remember me when I break all the records," he said confidently, and I didn't hesitate.

He nodded uncomfortably. “You think you can get her number for me?” he asked, interrupting him. “Um, I have to go.” Ethan muttered, dropping his cup of tea on the table, and walking out of there, his heart racing for reasons he didn’t want to admit yet. Seeing her again after a year and a half was brutal especially since she was now a huge star. Her words stung too. He didn’t matter to her anymore, but that wasn’t the part that made a pit form in her stomach. It was the fact that she might have been pregnant when they had gotten divorced, and hadn't told him.

Second was happened awhile ago when I told her that Vaughn was in Belinda's house and his a Buenasesca. Kaya lang, bakit noong ipinagpaalam ako nina Belinda na isasama nila ako doon sa pagdiriwang na hindi naman naging maganda ang kinalabasan ay bigla na lamang siyang pumayag na isama ako? Does it mean that she didn't knew that we're going there yesterday? But it's impossible. I remember she asked me what happened there when morning came.

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" I chuckled at this sentence. I knew someone influential. I knew Jeremy. There was that. "So tell me, how did you get a job at one of the Deluca companies? I feel like you're hiding something away from me, Nadi. Tell me, we are friends, we are best friends for crying out loud." She pressed on, her persistence making my skin itch. "My dad has been sick, Steph, you know that. I have been working my ass off to make ends meet. Mom has been trying to, but the hustle hasn't been easy."

The kind of voice that could talk you off a ledge, or into something you never planned on doing. I was already too far gone to say no. He didn’t wait for an answer anyway. Just slid into the booth across from me like he belonged there. Like we’d done this before. “Bad day?” he asked. I huffed. “That obvious?” He shrugged. “You look like a man who’s trying to drink the disappointment away. I know the look.” I chuckled bitterly and swirled what was left in my glass. “Try Ten years of hard work. Still invisible.”

I had gambled games of love with life and I have sometimes questioned fate if truly there was someone always out there waiting for you, I mean meeting one stranger today at the very minutes this chemistry of love drenches both of you in its alcoholic spirit of no rejuvenation , all that is pleasure to be conformed and there’s no woman who doesn’t deserve pleasures. If you were going to stone at me before, do you still wish to do so now? Or do you have mercy on me because of my story, a history. Look at me, look closely and deeply into my eye balls. Do you see a woman who is afraid of being stoned to death. Never, I am not ashamed to say things the way it ought to be. I have suffered to bear