Royal Buzz (2025)

14/08/2025

THE CURSED CROWN: Every Queen Who Wore It Died Within 3 Years — And Now It’s Kate’s Turn? 👑💀

“It’s not just a crown… it’s a death sentence.”
That’s what a palace servant reportedly whispered after witnessing something horrifying in the shadows of Buckingham Palace. For centuries, a crown hidden beneath the royal archives had been locked away—untouched, unworn, and untold. But now, as Princess of Wales Kate Middleton prepares for a future coronation, whispers from the past return with terrifying urgency. The crown is back… and every queen who wore it never lived to see her fourth year on the throne.
see more: https://celebritytimess.com/dung1/the-cursed-crown-every-queen-who-wore-it-died-within-3-years-and-now-its-kates-turn-%f0%9f%91%91%f0%9f%92%80/

14/08/2025

😲A young teacher lost her job… just because she bought shoes for an orphaned boy. But just a few days later, she received a call that left her speechless…
Every day, Alice spent her time in a modest school in her hometown — a place where nearly every student faced poverty and daily hardships.
There was no luxury or glamour. It seemed as though the world had forgotten these children.
But Alice believed: no matter how poor, every child deserves a chance at a bright future.
On one ordinary day, she walked into her classroom and began preparing for the lesson. Her eyes scanned the students’ faces… and then stopped.
Danny — the energetic, always curious boy — looked completely different that day.
He sat in the corner, silent and withdrawn. His eyes, usually full of light, were dull. His shoulders slumped, his gaze empty.
Alice instantly felt that something was wrong.
She approached him, sat gently beside him, and softly asked if he was okay.
But he said nothing. He simply looked down at his worn-out shoes, the holes revealing his torn socks. He quickly tried to hide his feet under the desk, but she had already seen them.
That image stayed with her all day.
She imagined how it must feel to be different, to silently endure the mockery…
To try to disappear, to become invisible.
On her way home, without hesitation, she walked into the nearest shoe store. With a pounding heart, she picked a pair of shoes just for Danny.
For some, it might have been a small thing. But to her, it was an act of care and hope.
The next morning, she brought a neatly wrapped box tied with a ribbon to school.
Before class started, she called Danny over, handed him the gift, and said softly:
— This is for you. I hope you like it.
The boy froze. His eyes widened in shock… and then lit up — with that pure light only children possess.
He smiled for the first time in days.
— Thank you… — he whispered faintly.
Alice's heart filled with warmth.
That moment was worth everything. But she never could have imagined that one small act of kindness would lead to something so unexpected…
A few days later, she received a phone call that left her speechless… 😲😲😲
full story: https://celebritytimess.com/dung1/a-young-teacher-lost-her-job-just-because-she-bought-shoes-for-an-orphaned-boy/

14/08/2025

In a moment that has stunned both the Royal Family and the public, Prince William has made a bold, unexpected move that reportedly left King Charles and Queen Camilla visibly emotional. Palace insiders say the atmosphere inside Buckingham Palace was “electric, tense, and overwhelmingly moving” as William took an action no one — not even his closest aides — saw coming. The ripple effects of this decision could change the course of the monarchy… and its timing could not be more shocking.
see more: https://celebritytimess.com/dung1/prince-williams-stunning-move-brings-king-charles-queen-camilla-to-tears-no-one-saw-this-coming/

14/08/2025

My Daughter Always Comes Home at 1:00 AM from School—And Her Shadow Doesn’t Follow Her

There are things you notice only when you’re looking too hard—or when something refuses to look back. In my case, it started with something I didn’t see. A shadow. My daughter’s shadow. It wasn’t there. And it hasn’t returned since.
Her name is Zina. Twelve years old. Loves mangoes, math, and mimicking TikTok dances in front of our cracked bathroom mirror. For the first twelve years of her life, Zina was joy with legs—messy braids, dirty socks, always humming something off-key. Until three weeks ago.
That’s when she started coming home at 1:00 AM.
The first night, I nearly fainted when the front door creaked open that late. I had dozed off on the couch, waiting for her to return from after-school lessons. She was supposed to be home by 6:30 PM, latest. When the clock hit 10:00, I called her school, her friends, the lesson teacher—nobody had seen her.
Then at 1:00 AM, she walked in.
Calm. Too calm.
I jumped to my feet. “Zina! Where were you? I’ve been—”
But she raised her hand slowly and said, “Don’t worry, I got back safe.”
That was it.
No tears. No apology. No fear.
She walked straight to her room and locked the door.
I stared at the floor for a long time. Something felt… off. The air she brought in was ice cold, like she’d stepped out of a freezer. The hallway lights flickered once and steadied. I told myself I was overthinking. Kids her age are weird sometimes, right?
Wrong.
The next night, same thing. She didn’t come back until 1:00 AM. And again, she walked in like she lived on a different clock, with no explanation. Same words. Same tone.
But I noticed it this time.
She passed by the wall light near the dining room—and her shadow didn’t.
It just wasn’t there.
No outline.
No shape.
Nothing.
I thought I was hallucinating. I turned on every light in the house and made her stand under them. Still nothing. The light shone on her face—but the floor behind her was bare. She noticed me staring.
“What’s wrong, Mum?” she asked.
I blinked. “Nothing. Just tired.”
She nodded and walked away.
And I watched again as her figure moved, but no shadow followed.
The next day, I called the school and asked why she was dismissed late every day. The woman on the phone hesitated. Then said, “Madam, your daughter hasn’t been in school since the last midterm test—over three weeks ago. We sent you notes, but you never responded.”
My heart stopped.
“She leaves every morning,” I whispered. “She wears her uniform. She even takes her water bottle.”
I checked the fridge after the call. Her water bottle was still there. Untouched. The way I left it the day of the last midterm test.
That night, I didn’t sleep.
I turned off all the lights. Sat by the living room window. And waited.
At exactly 1:00 AM, the front gate opened by itself.
And she came in.
Zina. But not Zina.
She looked the same—on the outside. But her eyes didn’t blink normally. Her breath came in odd rhythms. She looked at me and tilted her head.
“Why are you awake, Mum?” she asked.
I forced a smile. “Waiting for you.”
Then I said the words I didn’t plan to: “Where’s your shadow?”
She smiled. Not with her mouth—with something colder.
“It stayed behind.”
Then she walked past me.
But I swear—when she passed by the mirror on the wall, something else did appear for just a second.
Something taller than her.
Something with eyes too wide and a smile too thin.
I turned my face away, heart racing, hands shaking.
She’s in her room now.
Sleeping in her bed.
Breathing.
Still. Quiet.
But her shadow… her real one?
I think it’s still outside.
And I think it’s waiting to come in.
To be continued…👇
https://celebritytimess.com/dung1/my-daughter-always-comes-home-at-100-am-from-school-and-her-shadow-doesnt-follow-her/

14/08/2025

For over 70 years, Queen Elizabeth II reigned not just as Britain’s longest-serving monarch, but as a sovereign with powers, rights, and privileges so unusual that many sound like fiction. While much of her public image revolved around diplomacy, ceremony, and duty, there was a hidden list of extraordinary things only she could do — powers no one else in the United Kingdom could claim.

From bypassing driving laws to owning all the swans in England, from commanding the armed forces without parliamentary approval to traveling anywhere in the world without a passport, these unique abilities set her apart not only from her subjects, but from every other world leader. And many of them were so secretive, the public only learned about them after decades of speculation.
see more: https://celebritytimess.com/dung1/30-royal-privileges-you-wont-believe-the-extraordinary-powers-queen-elizabeth-ii-alone-could-command/

14/08/2025

💥“‘HE’S NO LONGER WITH US’ — KING CHARLES D3@D AT 75: WILLIAM AND CATHERINE CROWNED IN URGENT OVERNIGHT CEREMONY” 💥
In a stunning turn of events that has left the world in disbelief, Buckingham Palace confirmed the sudden death of King Charles III. As flags were lowered to half-staff and tributes poured in from every corner of the globe, an emergency overnight coronation took place behind the palace walls. Prince William and Princess Catherine are now King and Queen — but behind the regal transition lies a storm of grief, urgency, and unprecedented royal protocol…
detail here: https://celebritytimess.com/dung1/%f0%9f%92%a5hes-no-longer-with-us-king-charles-d3d-at-75-william-and-catherine-crowned-in-urgent-overnight-ceremony-%f0%9f%92%a5/

14/08/2025

They have attended countless public engagements, stood before crowds of thousands, and faced moments of both joy and sorrow in the public eye. But nothing could have prepared the Prince and Princess of Wales for the scene that unfolded before them this week — a moment so powerful, it left even these seasoned royals struggling to compose themselves.

As onlookers watched in silence, William and Kate’s eyes glistened, their bodies leaning ever so slightly toward one another as if bracing for the emotional weight of what they were witnessing. And when the moment came, it was as if time stood still — a collective breath held across the room.
see more: https://celebritytimess.com/dung1/the-moment-that-stopped-them-cold-william-and-kate-fight-back-tears-before-a-heart-stopping-sight/

14/08/2025

She married a disabled man, but there was a big surprise waiting for her at the wedding.

Anna stood at the altar, her heart pounding not from nerves—but from love.

The man in the wheelchair beside her, Daniel, looked up at her with eyes full of silent promises. His suit was tailored to perfection, his blond hair neatly combed, and his fingers gently gripped the wheels of the chair he had used since a car accident two years earlier.

The ceremony had been beautiful. Intimate. Surrounded by friends and family who had come not just for a wedding, but to witness something rare and pure—unshakable commitment.

Anna had faced endless questions before this day.

“Are you sure?”
“Won’t it be hard?”
“What about your future?”

But Anna had never doubted. From the moment Daniel had held her hand in the rehab center and whispered, “I’ll understand if you want to walk away,” she’d only loved him more.

“I don’t care if you walk or not,” she had replied. “As long as you’re beside me.”

Now here they were. Husband and wife.

The sun filtered through the trees, casting a golden halo over them as they turned to face the guests, ready for the kiss and celebration. But before the officiant could finish the closing words, Daniel raised a hand.

“I have something to say,” he said into the mic.

The crowd quieted. Even Anna looked puzzled.

Daniel shifted in his chair, eyes never leaving hers.

“For the past two years, I’ve dreamed of this moment. Not just because I wanted to marry you—but because I wanted to give you something back.”

He took a deep breath.

“Anna… I’ve been working in secret for months with a therapy team. And today, I have one more surprise.”

With effort and visible strain, Daniel placed his hands on the arms of the wheelchair.

Anna gasped.

He stood.

Shaky at first, knees trembling, but standing—on his own two feet.

The crowd erupted in gasps and tears. Anna covered her mouth, stunned beyond words.

Step by slow step, Daniel walked toward her. His posture wasn’t perfect, and his movements weren’t fluid—but he walked.

“I wanted to stand when I said ‘I do.’ I wanted our first kiss as husband and wife to be eye to eye,” he said.

Anna broke into sobs, running into his arms.

He held her—standing.

Their kiss wasn’t just romantic. It was defiant. It was triumphant. It was a beginning far richer than either of them had dared to imagine.

Later at the reception, guests were still reeling from the reveal. Anna couldn’t stop smiling, and Daniel, though seated again to ease his legs, had a glow that hadn’t been there in years.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked as they danced slowly, her hand on his shoulder, his resting at her waist.

“I wanted to surprise you. To show you that love gave me more strength than I knew I had.”

She kissed his forehead.

“You’re my miracle,” she whispered.

He shook his head. “You’re mine.”

But the surprises weren’t over.

Just as the cake was about to be cut, Daniel’s best man handed Anna an envelope.

She opened it, curious.

Inside was a plane ticket.

“Greece?” she read aloud.

Daniel smiled. “Our honeymoon destination. But also where I’ve arranged something else…”

“What?”

He leaned in.

“A villa. For us. Forever.”

Her eyes widened. “Wait… what? Daniel, we can’t afford—”

“Yes, we can. And that’s another story I haven’t told you yet.”

Anna froze.

Because Daniel wasn’t just full of love. He was also full of secrets.
full story: https://celebritytimess.com/dung1/she-married-a-disabled-man-but-there-was-a-big-surprise-waiting-for-her-at-the-wedding/

14/08/2025

What began as a stylish tribute to royalty and couture has exploded into one of the most jaw-dropping royal scandals of the decade. Anna Wintour’s latest Vogue documentary, airing on Disney UK, took an unexpected—and deeply controversial—turn, dropping new footage and commentary that reignited explosive rumors: that Meghan Markle may have faked her pregnancy. The internet is in a frenzy, the Palace is in silence, and viewers are rewatching clips frame by frame, asking the same question: Was it all just a show?
see more: https://celebritytimess.com/dung1/the-bump-wasnt-real-vogue-documentary-drops-bombshell-footage-alleging-meghan-markle-faked-her-pregnancy/

13/08/2025

Billionaire Visits Her Son’s Grave And Finds A Black Waitress Crying With A Child – She Was SHOCKED!

Margaret Hawthorne was the picture of power. Silver-haired, dressed in a bespoke charcoal suit, and clutching a designer handbag, she moved with the poise of someone who had built empires — and buried heartbreak.

Her only son, William Hawthorne, had died a year ago. The funeral was private. The grief was not. Not for her.

So on the anniversary of his death, she returned — alone — to his gravesite. No reporters. No assistants. Just silence and regret.

But as she walked between the marble stones of Hawthorne Family Cemetery, something stopped her cold.

There, kneeling before William’s grave, was a young Black woman in a faded blue waitress uniform. Her apron was crumpled. Her shoulders trembled. In her arms, wrapped in a soft white blanket, was a baby — maybe a few months old.

Margaret's chest tightened.

The woman didn’t see her at first. She was whispering to the gravestone. “I wish you were here. I wish you could hold him.”

Margaret’s voice cut like ice. “What on earth are you doing here?”

The woman jumped. She turned, startled but not afraid.

“I—I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Margaret narrowed her eyes. “You have no right to be at this grave. Who are you?”

The woman stood, gently rocking the child. “My name is Alina. I knew William.”

“Knew him how?” Margaret demanded, her voice rising. “Were you staff at one of our properties? One of his charity interns?”

Alina’s eyes welled with tears again — but her voice was steady. “I was more than that.” She looked down at the baby. “This is his son.”

Silence.

Margaret stared at her. Then at the baby. Then back again. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not,” Alina said quietly. “We met at the Harbor Café. I was working the late shift. He came in after a board meeting. We talked. He came back the next week. And the week after that.”

Margaret took a step back, as if she’d been struck. “That’s not possible. William would never—”

“Fall in love with someone like me?” Alina said softly. “I know how it sounds.”

“No,” Margaret snapped. “He would never hide something like this from me.”

“He tried to tell you. He said he was afraid.” She looked down. “Afraid you’d never accept it.”

Tears ran down Alina’s cheeks now, but she stood her ground. The baby stirred.

Margaret stared at the child. His eyes fluttered open — and for one terrifying second, she saw William’s unmistakable blue-gray eyes staring back.

It was undeniable.

She stumbled back a step.

One Year Earlier
William Hawthorne had always felt like a visitor in his own family’s world. Raised in privilege, expected to inherit billions — yet he sought something quieter. He volunteered. He read poetry. And sometimes, he ate alone in small diners.

That’s where he met Alina.

She was everything his world was not: kind, grounded, real. She made him laugh. She called him out. She asked him who he really wanted to be.

And he had fallen. Hard.

They kept it quiet. He wasn’t ready for the storm he knew would come. Not from tabloids — from his own mother.

Then, the car accident. A rainy night. A loss too sudden.

Alina hadn’t been able to say goodbye.

And she never got to tell him she was pregnant.

Present Day – At the Cemetery
Margaret stood frozen.

Her empire had taught her to spot lies. This woman wasn't lying.

But accepting the truth felt like betrayal — not just of the image she had of her son, but of the world she had built around his memory.

Alina finally broke the silence. “I didn’t come here for anything. Not money. Not drama. I just… I wanted him to meet his father. Even if it’s only this way.”

She placed a small toy rattle on the headstone. Then, with a bowed head, she turned to walk away.

Margaret didn’t stop her.

Couldn’t.

Her world had just changed.👇
https://celebritytimess.com/dung1/billionaire-visits-her-sons-grave-and-finds-a-black-waitress-crying-with-a-child-she-was-shocked/

13/08/2025

A Multimillionaire Saw His Ex-Girlfriend — Who He Left Six Years Ago — While Waiting for an Uber With Three Boys Who Look Just Like Him. Little did he know... They Were Julián Castañeda's Children. Julián had just finished a meeting in Polanco. One of those typical meetings — long, tiring, and full of pretense. Everyone thought he was saving the world. In reality, he just wanted to get out of there. He got into his bulletproof SUV, gave his driver the usual instructions, and took out his cellphone to check his messages as he slowly drove down the fairly busy road. Feeling discouraged, he looked out the window. And there he saw her. Valeria. Standing on the sidewalk, in front of a pharmacy, holding a torn shopping bag, wearing simple clothes and looking very tired. With her three children. Boys. They looked the same. Same eyes, same mouth, same expression as she looked around as if waiting for someone. And those eyes… were Julián's eyes. Impossible. Impossible. He suddenly bent down, trying to peer even closer, but a car suddenly stepped in and blocked the view. "Stop!" he shouted to the driver. He stopped, startled. Julián opened the door, got out, and immediately searched the crowded crowd for that woman. His heart felt like it was going to explode. It was her. Valeria. And those children... A few minutes later, he saw her crossing the street, holding hands with three children, getting into a gray Uber. Julián froze in place. He didn't know whether to chase, shout, or remain silent. The car was leaving. Until it was out of his sight. He slowly got back into his car. Silent. Silent. The driver didn't even ask questions. But Julián—was no longer himself. He couldn't get the faces of the three children out of his mind. Were they his children? He held his forehead, closed his eyes, and sighed. Six years had passed since he left Valeria. One early morning, he just left. No goodbyes. No letters. Not a single message. They were fine then. But he was busy chasing his dreams, the deal that would make him rich. He left the woman he thought would understand. He told himself, "I'll get back to her too. There's still time." But she never came back. And they never saw each other again. When he got home to Santa Fe, he angrily took off his coat and threw it on the couch. He drank alcohol even though it was only four in the afternoon. He walked around, feeling like he was going crazy. All the memories came flooding back to his mind: Valeria's laughter, her stares, her hugs at night whenever he was tired. And now... the three children. He took out his cellphone and searched social media. Nothing. There was no sign of Valeria.It was as if he had disappeared from the world. And that was where he was even more shaken. Because even though he had tried to forget Valeria before, he had never truly forgotten her. He opened his laptop, logged into a private folder, and looked through old photos. Valeria on the beach. Valeria in the apartment. Valeria in her pajamas, laughing with a spoonful of popcorn in her mouth. Until he came to a photo of Valeria hugging him from behind, leaning on his neck. Valeria had taken it herself with her cellphone. He stared at it for a long time. His lips were bitten tightly. He knew what to do. He picked up the cellphone and called. — Mateo, I need to find someone. Her name is Valeria Ortega. I don't have an address. All I know is that she is in Manila… and has three children. — Is there anyone else? — Yes. They could be my children. Silence on the other line. — I understand, sir — Mateo replied, then hung up. Julián looked out the window. Thousands of lights. Thousands of people. But tonight, only one thing mattered. He didn't know if Valeria was mad at him, if she hated him, or if she had forgotten him long ago. But one thing was clear. He couldn't live with unanswered questions. If those three children were his… Everything would change. The next day. It was still early, Julián was awake. His sleep was not in order. The dream kept repeating itself. The image of the woman on the street, with those children. It was shocking, it hurt. When he arrived at the office, he went straight past the employees. He didn't pay attention. He went straight to his own office, closed the door, and sat in front of the window. The whole city was busy with normal life. But him? A mess. He opened his cellphone again. Searched. Scrolled. Typed Valeria's name. Not a shadow. It was as if the ground had swallowed him. And amidst the silence of his office… He heard himself whisper: “I will find you, Valeria. And this time, I will not leave without an answer.” (To be continued… in the first comment.)👇👇👇They could be my children. Silence on the other line. — I understand, sir — Mateo replied, then hung up. Julián looked out the window. A few thousand lights. A few thousand people. But tonight, only one thing mattered. He didn't know if Valeria was mad at him, if she hated him, or if she had forgotten him for a long time. But one thing was clear. He couldn't live with an unanswered question. If those three children were his… Everything would change. The next day. It was still early, Julián was awake. His sleep was not in order. The dream kept coming back. The image of the woman on the street, with those children. It was shocking, it hurt. When he got to the office, he went straight past the employees. He didn't pay attention. He went straight to his own office, closed the door, and sat in front of the window. The whole city was busy with normal life. But him? A mess. He opened his cellphone again. Searched. Scrolled. Typed Valeria's name. Not a shadow. It was as if the ground had swallowed him. And in the silence of his office… He heard himself whisper: “I will find you, Valeria. And this time, I will not leave without an answer.” They could be my children. Silence on the other line. — I understand, sir — Mateo replied, then hung up. Julián looked out the window. A few thousand lights. A few thousand people. But tonight, only one thing mattered. He didn't know if Valeria was mad at him, if she hated him, or if she had forgotten him for a long time. But one thing was clear. He couldn't live with an unanswered question. If those three children were his… Everything would change. The next day. It was still early, Julián was awake. His sleep was not in order. The dream kept coming back. The image of the woman on the street, with those children. It was shocking, it hurt. When he got to the office, he went straight past the employees. He didn't pay attention. He went straight to his own office, closed the door, and sat in front of the window. The whole city was busy with normal life. But him? A mess. He opened his cellphone again. Searched. Scrolled. Typed Valeria's name. Not a shadow. It was as if the ground had swallowed him. And in the silence of his office… He heard himself whisper: “I will find you, Valeria. And this time, I will not leave without an answer.”
(To be continued… in the first comment.)👇👇👇
https://celebritytimess.com/dung1/billionaire-sees-his-ex-girlfriend-whom-he-abandoned-6-years-ago-waiting-for-an-uber-with-three-children-identical-to-him-what-he-did-not-know-was-that-those-children-were-julian-castaneda/

13/08/2025

My Wife Has £750 in Maternity Savings She Never Touches — I Told Her to Give It to My Sister When She Gives Birth, But She Refused. Then She Threw Something on the Floor That Made Me Go Cold…

I have a younger sister, Rose, who got married just over a year ago and is now about to give birth to her first child. Her husband’s family isn’t well-off, and they’re still paying off their wedding debts. So when I heard Rose was due any day now, my first thought was to help her.

But I’m just an office clerk in Manchester, barely making ends meet. In my mind, there was only one obvious source: my wife’s £750 savings. That money came from her late mother, placed under her name, and she’s been keeping it as her “maternity fund.”

Every time I’d mentioned it before, she’d brush it off:

“That money is for when we have our own baby. Don’t touch it!”

But this time, I told myself, it’s different. This is my own sister — my blood.

I spoke to my wife, Lisa, at first gently, then more firmly, and finally, with a hint of frustration:

“Can you not be so selfish? She’s my sister! She’s about to give birth, and she doesn’t even have a proper pram. Don’t you feel sorry for her?”

Lisa looked at me coldly.

“You talk as if I’m a stranger. But think back — since we got married, have you ever once asked me what I need?”

I snapped back:

“Is this really the time to talk about petty things? Giving £750 doesn’t mean we lose everything. Your sister-in-law is also my sister!”

She went quiet, stood up, and walked into our bedroom. I stayed in the lounge, muttering under my breath, thinking I was finally seeing her “true colours.”

A few minutes later, Lisa came out — saying nothing, just holding a small box. She stopped in front of me and dropped it onto the floor.

“You want £750, right? Here — take it yourself.”

I froze, startled. But when I looked down, it wasn’t money inside.
full story: https://celebritytimess.com/dung1/my-wife-has-750-in-maternity-savings-she-never-touches-i-told-her-to-give-it-to-my-sister-when-she-gives-birth-but-she-refused-then-she-threw-something-on-the-floor-that-made-me-go-cold/

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