Hollywoodroyalty Stories

Trying to find yourself at the age of forty one is something that I think people don't talk enough about. You are supposed to have it all figured out but without the need for a man in my life, I have always felt like the odd one out and society has always been quick to call me heartless.

She's not beautiful. Constantly compared to her beautiful mother. Treated like she's a disease. She's an imperfection. Scarlet has always wanted to be beautiful. Being denied the right to be beautiful by her father, her step-mother, her step-sister and everyone around her, what lengths will she take to become the most beautiful? She'll undergo various operations to change her face, but they all failed and she lost all hope and starts taking pills to give her hallucinations of her face. Finally, she finds a doctor who will make her the most beautiful woman. It's illegal but for her, all that matters is to be beautiful. But when she finally becomes known as the most beautiful woman and the most famous actress, she's told she only has a few years left to live. *The cover picture doesn't belong to me*

In the summer of 1928, the Overlook Hotel stands alone in the Colorado mountains-remote, immaculate, and deliberately unreachable. Open only a few months each year, the hotel has already earned a reputation among a certain class of guest: those wealthy enough, powerful enough, or famous enough to disappear for a while. As Independence Day approaches, a carefully curated group arrives for a private week-long celebration. Hollywood royalty fleeing the glare of studio scrutiny. Political figures eager to speak freely without consequence. Financiers, fixers, and discreet intermediaries whose fortunes depend on what is not recorded. They come by invitation, following rumors rather than advertisements-rumors of perfect discretion, unspoken indulgence, and a place where rules quietly dissolve. The Overlook promises what no city can in 1928: privacy. Prohibition does not apply here. Gambling exists behind closed doors. Affairs begin without witnesses. Deals are made without paper. And beneath the glamour of tuxedos, flapper dresses, champagne, and fireworks, something older and less easily named seems to watch from the long corridors and high timbered ceilings. Over the course of several days leading up to the Fourth of July, the guests indulge, negotiate, betray, and unravel-some discovering that the isolation they sought has sharpened their desires, while others find the mountain air brings buried impulses to the surface. The hotel does not judge. It does not intervene. It merely remembers. July 4th at the Overlook is a story about power, secrecy, temptation, and the thin veneer of civility that separates celebration from collapse. It explores how places-like people-can develop reputations, and how the promise of absolute freedom can be more dangerous than any explicit threat.