Novel & Cerita Confessions Of A Drama Queen

"Oh good." Pandora sighed. "That tone never means anything good." Astria lowered her head. "So the little troublemaker finally chose someone." Pandora and I exchanged confused looks. "The little what?" I asked. "The troublemaker." Astria sounded completely serious. "Stiles." I blinked. "You know Stiles?" Astria looked offended. "Of course I know Stiles." Pandora folded her arms. "Why do you know Stiles?" The Dragon Queen released a long breath. "Because every dragon knows Stiles."

Just a couple of clients visiting; no big deal. Fiona shot back, "Who do you think Jessica is? She wouldn’t bother unless those men were worth her time. Even without looking, you can tell they're handsome by how eagerly she’s parading them around. She’s clearly hunting." Jessica was indeed a piece of work. With an inflated sense of her attractiveness, she put on airs, never uttered a truth, loved freebies, and then flaunted these small gains on social media as if they were grand gestures of friendship, earning her the nickname "Drama Queen."

"Alright, but what are you gonna do? Confront them and just ask him to make you remember?" I hummed. "Well, I have an idea. If they don't want to expose themselves yet, why don't we make it dramatic for them?" "I don't do drama though." I laughed softly, then my lips fit into a devious smirk. "Good, because you're gonna do a lot of action. Are you with me or not?" She stared at me suspiciously, but eventually gave in. "Of course, I'm always with you." "Alright then, time for payback!"

Nothing changes. Not the way he treats me. Not the way others see me. Even the maids whisper. Their voices low But not low enough. I hear them. I always do. I sit on the edge of my bed. My thoughts drift back to the Queen Mother. Worry settles in my chest. She is the only one who treats me with genuine kindness. Her And Queen Viola. Everyone else Feels distant. Cold. Or dangerous. The night stretches on. Quiet. Still. Peaceful on the surface.

"Queen Nicole, I will investigate this matter immediately. Such an incident should never have occurred on my turf." I waved a hand dismissively. "No need. The culprit is right here." Merla flinched at my words, then hesitantly stepped forward. "Um… my dear fiance, you must be mistaken. Nicole was just a cheerleader from my high school. How could she possibly be the Queen of the Mafia? "I mean, we've known each other since high school. If she had any sort of background, wouldn't I know?" Even at this point, Merla clung to a sliver of hope. As far as she knew, I was just an ordinary office worker, barely scraping by at the bottom of society.

“What a drama queen you are.” She got on her knees. “Please believe me. I never said those things to her. Why would I? I don’t want to lose my job. I have a little sister to take care of.” “You should have thought about her before talking to me like you did.” “Princess,” she held my leg. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but please have mercy on me. I don’t know what you’re talking about, really.” I forced my leg out of her hands. “You may fool everyone here, but you can’t fool me. You, Leah, are a chameleon.”

He spoke each word almost through gritted teeth, squeezing them out between his teeth—a clear sign of just how overwhelming his possessiveness was and how furious he was at that moment. Sarah, too, was utterly humiliated, her shame and anger nearly tearing her apart. If it hadn’t been for her assistant drugging her, how could she have spent such a ridiculous night? She didn’t even know who that man was… After much hesitation, she could only answer truthfully, “I… I don’t know…” This made the man even angrier. He had thought she wouldn’t be so careless, but who would have known she was actually so promiscuous.

"Don't be a drama queen." "How am I being a drama queen? You look very beautiful," he repeats, keeping his voice down, but holding her face up, "Although this dress is a bit... too much, too out there, but I'll let it go for tonight. If it makes you feel good, that’s all I care about.” Anastasia rolls her eyes slightly, but is smiling like she doesn't mind his words that much. She might try to fight it, but I can tell she’s the biggest Daddy’s girl.

Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.” I felt a drool slip out of my mouth. I wiped it off and for the first time, the corners of my lips curved up. “I’m a slut.” It was a confession, one I had longed to say out loud. “Shit boys, we’ve got ourselves a real one here.” that was Green eyes. I felt cinnamon spank my ass, I gasped out. “Get on your knees, Slut” I didn’t care who the order came from, I scrambled to my knees without a second of hesitation.