Welcome to SOP- a not cliche celebrity romance, along with shades of drama, guilt and adult themes ofcourse
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Gemma Stone, has it everything for a 25 old year old. Looks, passionate job, fame, Money, friends like family.... you name it. Untill one night, her jerk of an ex who is also her boss comes back to her, and bursts the tiny bubble she had built around herself, for the past 16 years.
"That's right! Run", he yelled. "Run like you always do.Away from your issues, away from your parents, away from your feelings", he stepped near, angling his hard chest to my back, his mouth behind my lobes. "Run just like how you ran away from her", he whispered making me shiver.
"Stop it", i pushed him away, making him stumble backwards. "No one was supposed to know about it, no one was supposed to speak about her", my eyes prickled, begging to shed tears. But it didn't, i didn't. "You'll have my resignation at your table, the first thing in the morning", my voice came out shaking."I quit. Go back to fucking your assistants", i spat.
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"You need therapy. You dont sleep anymore, you don't even eat anymore, you can't continue to live a life like this. I can't watch my daughter to spoil her life like this Gemmy ", she sobbed silently, almost like a whisper.
"You don't get to abandon me for 25 years and come back to me like you own me", i spoke gritting my teeth. "I'm here for only 3 months, soo you can continue with your high profile life, pretending i don't exist.Just like you've done for all these years", i replied heading back to the guest room, "Also, never ever call me by that name. Only she was allowed to call me by that name, you both dont deserve that", i spat and shut the door.
With no job, house, sleep and past traumas- get a look at the whirlwind, Gemma gets herself in and out of her not soo fucked up life.
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“Aww, baby!” I muttered, pulling her in for a hug again. As she hugged me, I thought about how innocent she was. Then it was like a lit light bulb was held over my head. “We’re going to turn you into a right wee slut,” I muttered. Then I said it louder, a fully formed plan strolling into my mind. I pulled Jamie away from me and looked into her eyes. “We’re going to transform you into a girl no boy could possibly resist.”
“Like Mission Sexy?” Jamie asked, looking puzzled.
“Exactly!” I told her. “Mission drop-dead gorgeous, sexy and totally boy-licious!”
“That’s a bit of a long name,” Jamie said, screwing up her nose. “Can we just call it Mission Sexy?”
Jamie Black has her heart set on dating her school's old heart throb, Darren Gold. However, Darren is Jamie's brother's best friend, and only sees Jamie as a sister. Jamie chooses to change her apperance and innocent attitude to get Darren's attention.
With the days counting down to Darren's departure to University, will Jamie be able to bag the bloke? Or will fate intervene?
Sluts, Boys, Booze and Spots. What else does a story need?
Zoë Proudfoot calls it: "All right."
Eilidh says: "YES" (I don't know either. I'm convinced she's on drugs, tbh!)
My parents say: "It's a waste of time!" (PAH!)