Confessions Of A Drama Queen Novels & Stories

Just experiencing the worst stroke of luck in my entire existence. I quickly schooled my expression. “Not at all, sir. I was just—” BZZT. Then again. And again. Against my better judgment, I glanced down. Drama Queen: Hey, I have something to tell you… Drama Queen: The thing is— Drama Queen: I met the guy. Drama Queen: The guy from the blind date. Drama Queen: Ethan Blackwood. My soul left my body. My fingers went clammy. She what!

“Do you think I’m very delighted and very pleased playing this disgusting drama in front of them? You intentionally ask them to come here so that you can report to them about what’s been happening to you all these times. Isn’t it?” shouted Madam Queenie Qamra at the top of her voice.

THALIA ISABELLE I was about to leave him when he held my hand. “I want to know about your life for the past 2 years,” he said and I nodded. He wants to know everything I will tell except him about my baby because he doesn’t deserve to know my baby. “I was diagnosed with depression, I thought of myself as the weakest person on Earth and I felt ashamed because none in our family is weak but I am weak,” I said and heave a deep sigh because looking back at my old self.

he said. “I had a brief vision when I was confronting Mallory. A few quick flashes. Like the goddess wanting to help me along, to show me more,” I said. “You confronted her? Did she confess? I tried so hard to get her to talk but she was a stubborn little bit-” “Ahem,” the Queen said, clearing her throat. Draven abruptly stopped and lowered his eyes.

He said laughing again while I just stared at him waiting for him to finish his little drama "Do you do this often" I said looking at him "Do what?" He said this time not really laughing "These little drama of yours" I said to him "What drama" He asked pretending not to know what I was talking about "You really gonna pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about?" I said raising one eyebrow "If anyone is been a drama queen here that's you" He said pointing at me while I gasped

That is definitely changing when I get back. Whispers turned into a roar. “She’s insane!” “She just put hands on Victoria Dowell!” “She has a death wish!” “Did she wake up thinking she’s really a queen?” Victoria stumbled back, clutching her head, eyes wide with shock and rage as she screamed. I flipped my hair, looked straight at the growing crowd, and announced loud enough for the whole floor to hear. “I’m Arabella Draven. Your queen. Your king’s woman. And in what fantasy world do peasants shove the queen to the floor and live to brag about it?”

Diana said quietly, “you’re stronger than that. Don’t speak as if you have no power.” I looked at her and almost smiled. “Power? In Eldenwald?” I shook my head slowly. “I’ve seen what happens to women who think they have power. The Queen turns them into examples.” Her jaw tightened, but she didn’t argue. I sank back into the couch, rubbing my temples. “I won’t live as anyone’s mistress. No matter how much I love him, I refuse to be that.” There it was, the confession I’d been holding back for days, maybe weeks.

“If you want a queen, you have one.” Hearts hitched. Knees debated. “But here’s what a queen is here. I cook. I cut. I bury. I bleed. I don’t mint oaths I keep promises. I don’t own your throats or hold your knees. If I say kneel, say no. If I ask and you say yes, make it expensive.” Laughter wet, unbelieving, new. “If I fail, don’t write it in a book. Come to my door with bread or blades.

“My… my queen…” Leonna said with so much humility and fear bowing her head, she just couldn’t think straight at that moment, it was so obvious that the queen overheard her loud thoughts, she wondered what would become of her now that the queen knows her secret, now that she have broken the rules, how was she to make the queen believe at this point that their is actually nothing going on between herself and Terry and what she had said previously was just mere thoughts, she shook her head over and over again cupping her face in her palm while she shut her eyes for a moment wishing that none of these ever happened.

“Good day, my queen.” “Oh, quit your ridiculous drama,” Laura barked. “What do you mean by drama? I’m simply playing my role as your servant, perfectly,” I said. “You’re such a liar and a cheat!” “How am I a cheat?” I asked curiously. “I’m so glad you agreed to the fact that you’re a liar.” “And when did I agree to such facts?” “You asked me how I thought of you as a cheat, but never a liar. You are a cheat and a liar and I’ll tell you what you’ve done to me that made me consider you as one.”