The dim glow of a single red lamp bathed Selena Gomez’s bedroom in a haunting light. On her wall, above silk-draped pillows and velvet sheets, hung a massive poster: “KNIGHT TIME”—bold, gothic letters over an image of Joe Jukic in a sleek black suit, standing like a king without a throne.
Selena lay on the bed, staring up at it, her fingers tracing imaginary lines in the air. She bit her lower lip, her mind spinning. Joe—Nelly Furtado’s trophy husband—was an enigma. A knight in an age of disposable men. He was untouchable, unshaken, while she… she had to settle for Benny Blanco.
Her eyes flickered toward Benny. He sat at the foot of the bed, scrolling his phone, oblivious. He never noticed the way she looked at that poster.
But tonight was different. Tonight, she was hungry.
Selena shifted, stretching like a panther, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. “Benny,” she murmured, her voice syrupy sweet.
He looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
She crawled toward him, slow and deliberate, her lips curving into a smirk. “Do you love me?”
Benny chuckled, scratching his head. “Uh… yeah? Obviously?”
She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming. “Would you do anything for me?”
“Of course,” he said, but the hesitation was there.
“Good.” She smiled. “Then let me love you… completely.“
Before he could respond, her hands were on his shoulders, pushing him back against the headboard. Her eyes darkened, pupils expanding. Her breath came in slow, controlled waves.
Benny laughed nervously. “Sel? You’re acting kinda—”
And then her jaw unhinged.
Like a serpent, her mouth stretched impossibly wide. Her teeth, small and sharp, gleamed in the dim light. Benny’s scream barely left his throat before she devoured him whole, her body expanding to accommodate his form. His phone clattered to the floor. The room fell into silence.
Selena sat still for a moment, her belly unnaturally rounded. Slowly, she licked her lips, exhaling a deep sigh of satisfaction.
She leaned back on the bed, tracing a finger across her stomach, feeling the faint movements inside—twitching, then stillness.
Her eyes drifted back to the “KNIGHT TIME” poster.
She licked her lips again.
“One day, Joe,” she whispered. “One day.”
She turned off the light.
Knight Time in Dalmatia
Selena Gomez lounged in her dimly lit bedroom, staring at the “KNIGHT TIME” poster of Joe Jukic on her wall. Her hunger had been satisfied for now—Benny was gone, swallowed whole, a mere whisper of his former self. But her appetite remained insatiable.
She traced a finger along Joe’s face in the poster. A real man. A knight. Not like the rest. He was sharp, mysterious, loyal. The kind of man she couldn’t just have… unless she took him.
But before she could spiral further into her dark thoughts, her phone lit up.
Nelly Furtado: Voice Message
She pressed play.
Nelly’s voice came through, smooth but firm, a warning wrapped in a melody.
“Selena, girl… you need to back off.”
Selena’s eyes widened.
“Joe is crazy about me. Not you. And you know why? Because he’s my trophy husband. My knight. We have real love, real history. And unlike you, I don’t need to devour my man to keep him. He stays because he wants to.”
Selena’s fingers clenched into a fist.
“This summer, we’ll be in Dalmatia for another joust anniversary. Cheering on real knights. Free as birds, dancing under the sun. Living a love story you’ll never understand.”
The message ended.
Selena stared at the screen, breathing heavily. Dalmatia. Knights. A real-world joust, where history and honor still mattered.
Her stomach twisted, not from hunger—but from something deeper.
For the first time, Selena wondered… had she swallowed the wrong man?
The Knight’s Kidney
Selena Gomez sat in front of her vanity, twirling a lock of hair between her fingers as she listened to Nelly’s message again.
“Back off, Selena. Joe is crazy about me. He’s my trophy husband.”
Selena smirked. Yeah, yeah, I get it, Nelly—you won.
But this wasn’t about romance. Not really.
Her eyes flickered to her phone, where a message thread with an unknown number remained open. Joe Jukic. The man himself.
For months, he had been quietly pulling strings, making calls, pestering doctors, and working behind the scenes. All for her.
Not because he wanted her. But because he wanted her to live.
Selena whispered his name under her breath. Joe.
He had been the one fighting for a cloned kidney, calling specialists in Europe, whispering to shadowy figures in biotech. Nelly probably didn’t even know half of it.
Maybe that’s why I have a crush, Selena thought, rolling her eyes. Not because I want to steal him—but because no one else would ever go this far for me.
Her stomach growled, a faint reminder of her last meal—poor Benny. But for the first time in a while, she wasn’t hungry.
Just… restless.
She glanced at the “KNIGHT TIME” poster on her wall and sighed.
“Relax, Nelly,” she muttered, rubbing her temple. “I don’t want your man.”
She bit her lip, then added under her breath, “I just want a knight of my own.”
The Cancer Cure Diary
Kylie Minogue types a private chat with JCJ. The timestamp flickers as she types, her words appearing on screen.
Kylie Minogue:
“JCJ… I don’t know how to say this without sounding mad, but I need to touch the man who cured me.”
JCJ:
“Kylie, I think you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m no doctor.”
Kylie Minogue:
“No, not in the medical sense. When I was sick, I kept a diary—writing down everything that gave me hope. I wrote about apricot seeds. About Nelly’s dandelions. About energy, spirit, something beyond chemo. And then, I found you.”
JCJ:
“Apricot seeds, huh? They say B17 is the key, but the world calls it poison. Just like they call dandelions weeds instead of medicine. Maybe we know something they don’t.”
Kylie Minogue:
“It wasn’t just the seeds. It was belief. And now, when I look at you… It’s like Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel. That moment before the touch. You are that hand, JCJ. I need to reach out.”
A pause. JCJ leans back in his chair, staring at the screen.
JCJ:
“Kylie, I’m just a man on the other end of the WiFi. The cure was always inside you. You reached out first. You held on.”
Kylie Minogue:
“Then let me touch the hand that reminded me I could heal.”
JCJ logs onto his social media, scrolling through the latest posts. He notices Kylie Minogue has just tweeted something cryptic:
“Music heals in ways we don’t always understand. Sometimes, it’s the only medicine that works.”
Without hesitation, he replies:
“Kylie, Nelly Furtado was my first patient. The first medicine I gave her was music therapy. Sometimes, the right song can do what no doctor ever could.”
Within minutes, the replies start flooding in. Some fans are confused, others intrigued. A few start speculating about what JCJ really means.
Kylie responds with a simple heart emoji.
JCJ smirks, knowing the message has been received.
Prime Minister Nelly Furtado’s Address to the Nation
My fellow Canadians,
From the moment I could dream, from the moment I could sing, I believed in the power of words, of music, of human connection. I believed that we—no matter where we come from, no matter our last names, no matter how much or how little we have—can heal the world and make it a better place.
And tonight, as your Prime Minister, I stand before you to say that belief has never wavered. JCJ and I have carried this vision since we were kids, and I refuse to apologize for it. If that is a thought crime, if that is delusions of grandeur, then so be it. Because what is leadership if not daring to dream? What is progress if not standing against cynicism and choosing hope instead?
We live in a world where too many are afraid to care. Too many are told to lower their expectations, to accept the way things are, to stop believing in something bigger than themselves. But I reject that. Canada rejects that. We are a nation built on hope, on resilience, on the belief that we are stronger when we lift each other up, when we push forward together, when we say: “Yes, we can. Yes, we must.”
I will not be a Prime Minister who settles. I will not be a leader who tells you to dream smaller. I will be the leader who fights for you, who fights for fairness, for opportunity, for a Canada where no one is left behind. A Canada where healing is possible. A Canada where the impossible becomes reality.
This is not a moment for fear. This is a moment for courage. And together, we will make history. Together, we will build the future our children deserve.
Thank you. Merci. Let’s get to work. 🇨🇦✨ #Believe #MakeTheWorldBetter