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AN: On public demand, I have changed the names of the twins to Atlas and Damian. This is final. _________________________________ I held the little baby close to my chest for the first time, and without anyone saying a word, tears filled my eyes. The world seemed too narrow to the warm weight in my arms. The lingering smell of baby products on his skin and the impossibly soft rhythm of his breathing against my heart were intoxicating. Atlas and Damian had finally grown enough that we were allowed…- 1.0 M • Ongoing
“I’ll miss you.” Daisy hugged me tightly for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, her fingers bunching into the back of my jacket as if she could anchor me in place. “Why do you have to go back at all?” “It’s just for a few months,” I assured her, rubbing her back gently. The airport moved around us with rolling suitcases and distant boarding announcements, but in that moment, it felt strangely quiet. “Once I’m done shooting that film, I’ll be back in LA, and this time…- 231.0 K • Ongoing
- “What do you mean she’s not good for this role?” I asked, barely stopping myself from shouting at the director. “The moment she started acting, it felt like she was made for this part. And she’s tall too, just like you wanted.” Paul leaned back in his chair and shook his head slowly. “I can’t say it with certainty. I just didn’t like her. Not once did she look me or anyone else in the eye. That’s not the sign of a good actor.” Samuel Rivers, the studio executive sitting in on…
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- “So, how is it?” the man asked with a wide grin as he slid into the passenger seat while I eased the car into my driveway. “It’s great,” I said honestly, turning off the engine. “It glides like butter melting in a pan. But if I’m completely honest, it can’t beat my 911 Turbo.” I stepped out of the red car and shut the door gently, almost reverently. Even if it was the lesser variant, it needed to be treated with care. A few feet away, parked neatly in the driveway, stood my silver…
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- “So this is your new home?” Julie asked thoughtfully and looked around the living room. The place still looked a little too empty without any of my personal stuff put in. It didn’t make sense to decorate the place when I’ll be going away soon. “Yup,” I said with a nod. “Thanks for agreeing to stay here with me.” “That’s what friends are for, aren’t they?” she shot back playfully. She stepped closer, slipped her arms around my neck, and pressed her body against mine. “And…
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- “You don’t know what you want to be,” Michelle said bluntly, looking straight into my eyes. “What… exactly do you mean by that?” I asked hesitantly. She gave me a serious look. “This is just my opinion, so take it with a pinch of salt, okay?” I nodded. “You’re an actor, a writer, a director, a producer, a model, and a professional athlete.” “I’m not a professional athlete anymore,” I argued. “Neither a model.” “Yet you train every day for hours,” she…
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- In the end, I didn’t have to call my childhood friends over to help me out. I hadn’t expected the entire VES department to fight for a spot on my crew, but in hindsight, of course, they wanted in. “Noah.” A girl stood right in front of me, her posture rigid and her eyes blazing with determination. “I’ll be your cinematographer on this film,” she said. “That’s final.” I blinked, caught completely off guard. I’d barely stepped into the VES classroom and hadn’t even said…
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- It surprised Al Pacino to learn that a mere 18-year-old had written such an impressive story. When Noah left the script for him that day, Al had been irritated. It wasn’t the first time an acquaintance had tried to corner him into working together, and he was usually very good at shutting those attempts down. Still, there was something about Noah that stirred his curiosity. If the boy had managed to sell a script to Columbia and earn enough money to buy a house right next to his, he couldn’t be…
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- The decision to go to Hogwarts may have been made, but it wasn’t as easy as simply thinking about it. “How will we even get to Hogwarts?” Ron asked, voicing the most important question as he changed out of his wet shirt. “Honeydukes,” Harry suggested after a moment, pulling off his own soaked shirt. “From Hogsmeade. That’s the safest way.” “It was the safest way,” Ron pointed out, now fully dressed. “We aren’t the only ones who know about it. Everyone does. Even the Death…
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- I flipped through a business magazine as I waited patiently for my flight. “Who would’ve thought that Mr. Troy Armitage would be waiting for his flight just like any other normal person?” I turned toward my assistant with a raised eyebrow. “You’re saying that as if it’s my fault my private jet failed a safety inspection at the last moment and had to be grounded because of it. Or that all the other charter planes in the area were already booked today.” “You could’ve waited for two…
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