Confessions Of A Drama Queen Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Or am I the truth you're too afraid to face? Look at yourself, Darlene. You’re shivering. You’re exhausted. You’re carrying a child into a graveyard. Was I wrong? Are you not a burden to the Blood Alpha now?" The words bit deeper than the cold. For a split second, the old insecurity—the one Jackson had spent nineteen years cultivating—flared up like an infection. I looked down at my hands. They were pale, trembling. Was I really a Queen, or was I just a girl playing with fire in a world of ice?.

“Intrusion? Really? You’ve been ignoring me for weeks, Noah. Weeks. You haven’t returned my calls, you’ve ignored my messages, and now you’ve stopped taking my parents’ calls too. What is going on?” I sighed, closing the folder in front of me and setting it aside. “I’ve already explained this to you, Dara. There’s no need for this conversation.” “Oh, there’s every need,” she said, her voice rising. “You can’t just dismiss me like this. Do you have any idea what people are saying? I’ve told everyone—my friends, my family—that I’m going to be queen. I even bought my wedding dress, Noah. Thousands of dollars. Do you know how humiliating this is for me?”

“Can you imagine the scandal? The beloved Luna ‘Mira’ of Ashmoor caught fucking another Alpha behind her husband’s back? Your sparkling reputation would have been ruined.” “But it didn’t work,” she said quietly. “No. You stumbled out of there before anything could happen. And then you just had to go and tell everyone who you really were.” I rolled my eyes. “Always the drama queen.” “And the champagne? That was you too?” “Of course it was me. David may be a pig, but he’s not stupid enough to drug a Luna in public.” She was quiet for a long moment, just staring at me. I could practically scent the horror on her. Good.

The room was in chaos, with reporters shouting questions and camera clicks filling the air. Kim's voice rose above the din, her words echoing off the walls. "You want to know the truth? I'm not some obedient little princess who's going to smile and wave and do as she's told. I'm a woman who's been used and manipulated, and I'm not going to take it anymore." The queen stood up, her face twisted in anger. "Kimberlee!” Her palms loudly hit the table. The room was silent for a moment. “Fuck this.”

"You finance guys always talk in circles. Didn't you admit to me the other day that Mr. Leeds's niece works at this company?" Albert let out a helpless chuckle. "Yeah, I did. But I never said it was Summer." Robert snapped his head toward the stage, where Summer was about to begin her presentation. She was already drenched in sweat. "I… I never said I was related to Mr. Leeds!" she stammered. "I earned my position through my own hard work!" Robert's expression twisted in disbelief. "Then who the hell is Mr. Leeds's niece?" I pushed open the conference room doors and stepped in with a smile. "It's me!"

I walk alone into the room described to see the others fighting and hassling over the dresses but I walk away from them to a farther corner carefully inspecting the dresses, I carefully inspect the abandoned box before me with heaps of clothes fitted into it, I've been a stripper for years and I know how to put tiny bits of rags together and make it into a glamorous outfit notwithstanding the fabric or situation I'm kept in and this would be no different, I'll leave them all as I squat beside the box fiddling into it to find a perfect outfit I must do my best to look by best after all I do not know who I'm serving and Their taste but I am sure to make use of them as bait and I'll be sure to

I am a girl who is afraid to close her eyes because of the haunted nightmares I usually have, anytime i closes my eyes those nightmares always disturbs me. Those are not just nightmares, they are things that happened in the past. The past that made me a heartless and ruthless monster. Those nightmares reminds me of the pain and loss that i am going through. Those nightmares made me a ruthless monster whose name creates fear and havoc in the life of people. It gave me a new identity, above all it made me Queen of mafia. When will i ever be free from those nightmares? When will i ever be free from the painful and sad memories of that unfortunate day that ruined my life and that of my kid broth

“Before I tell you, you must know that whatever the outcome, one thing is for certain. I will go down in flames or die trying to save us. We need to take every risk necessary to reach our endgame.” “And what exactly is our end game here, Leo?” Since the moment I first saw her, I have concealed a dark secret behind the facade of trying to be her hero. The heart of the now-defiant Queen may belong to someone else... But the truth is, Zeynep Volkov belongs to me and I will reduce cities to soot and ash to claim what is rightfully mine. No matter what it takes. I'll make her mine. If I have to wait... Kill for her...

I glanced at Ti, who was glaring at Daren's embrace but also trying to suppress her amusement. "Please, Ti, rescue me from him. He's going to suffocate me with endless dress fittings." Ti chuckled as she eyed Daren's hold on me. "In the names of Lana and Daren, Reina shall try on countless dresses. Amen." She was truly something else. **** *** “Ok you did say you were going to meet that bastard's mom but you never said what kind of person she is darling.” “Hag from hell category.” “Ooh got it. We're dressing to impress and give off an attitude. More like a bad but classy girl vibe.”

The young queen tries her best not to look freaked out but is failing miserably. Cooking is not her forte which is why she left everything to the cook, who had arrogantly assured her that she would take care of everything and now? She doesn’t want to disappoint the Queen, but nothing they have in their pantry is good enough for the sophisticated palate of the noble ladies. Mei, standing off the corner, watching with quiet eyes summons the courage to speak. She could see how disturbed and alarmed the Queen is, and honestly wants to help the woman she loves. Her shyness becomes an obstacle. She has never had to speak unless spoken to and doesn’t know if the Queen would agree to what she has in