Confessions Of A Drama Queen Novels & Stories

“Im not worried about that, well..., yes, but...“, she stopped talking, biting her lips. “Please , don’t cry”, she said to Dana, pleadingly. “I’m not crying, and why are you so nervous, daughter?” Dana asked, surprised. “Because I don’t know how to be a queen”, she said. “What if I’m no good, or embarrass Draven at the coronation, what...“, but Dana’s laugh stopped her. “Hahahaha, you silly girl”, she said. “That could never happen, and you know that I know it, and Draven knows it, just like his father does”, she was serious now.

“Someone has something to confess.” Fuck! He knows! Wait, he knows? Cayden knows I like Cornbread? That's-- “What do you mean by that, General Cayden?” Andrea asked and I borrowed her confusion. “Yeah, what do you mean, Cayden?” “What’s going on?” Daniel muttered. “And why are we all staring at the Queen like that?” I gulped and Cayden’s eyes followed the motion of my throat. And then he smiled. No no no— He turned to Andrea. “Your Queen is the Culprit.” He said dryly and strolled away, leaving me with shock-filled faces.

"I already said I didn't plagiarize. Since you keep claiming this proposal is yours, let me ask you a few questions." I picked out several data points from the proposal and questioned her. She fumbled every answer. Clearly, she had no clue. By then, everyone knew who the proposal really belonged to.

She says with a sickly sweet smile. "It was great. Can you leave the table now?" I rudely say and she looks offended. Putting her hands on the table she pushes herself up and smiles sarcastically. "You'll be sorry. All of you assholes." She threatens and Eva rolls her eyes and mocks her by making a talking motion with her hand. "Who are you threatening?" I hear behind me to see Kera stand there with a pissed look on her face. "Ah. The future queen. How nice. I was just leaving." She says clapping her hands together.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”

she whispered, just as confused as I was. And of course—where there’s drama, Christine appears. We saw her approaching from the end of the hall with her entourage behind her, moving as if the air itself were obligated to part for her. Her queen-bee smile was sharper than usual, ready to sting. When she spotted me with Kate and my photocopied notes, she touched her hair with exaggerated flair and sing-songed: “Oh, poor Camila. This is starting to look like a soap opera. A mom who’s gone, and suddenly a long-lost dad shows up. What is this, a N*****x lead role, Campbell?”

She draws the first card and clears her throat dramatically. “‘I’ve practiced my villain monologue in the mirror more than once.’” A surprised laugh escapes me before I can stop it. Queenie snorts into her wine glass. “That could literally be anyone at this table,” she says. “It’s not me,” Knox says, too quickly. “Suspiciously defensive.” Rayana’s eyebrow arches. “I’m marking you as a suspect.” “I don’t have a villain monologue.” “Everyone has a villain monologue, darling. Some of us are just more honest about rehearsing it.”

—Iris I slept with Darren a couple of times ... I admit it. It didn’t mean anything. I know it, and so does he. We both just wanted a release, and I was curious. I wanted to know what sex was like. I was surprised he was gentle with me. I know there is some good in him. But today, he killed two men because of their disobedience. His anger was out of control, and now they’re dead. If I am his queen, will this be me? If he gets upset with me, he will kill me. I don’t want this role anymore, but we are forbidden to quit. I have to play this out. Cleo wants to be his queen. Let her. I’m stepping back and avoiding him as much as possible. This is not the life I want for myself. —Claudia

As I opened the photo, I realized there were more words on the caption. “I don’t care if your Mother is Nicole Parker, who is known as the Queen of Bullies back in the day. I will have my man away from your claws and paws. Just watch and see!” I frowned. I could not believe what I was reading. So, I leaned back to check the words clearly from a good distance, afraid my eyes were playing with me. I looked at the text sideways. I tried blinking my eyes after giving them a good rub. But the results did not change!

!! LESBIAN SEX !! The white dress was a ghost hanging on the back of the hotel room door. It watched me as I paced, the plush carpet doing nothing to soothe the frantic energy thrumming through me. “I can’t do it, Hayley.” The words tumbled out, a confession I’d been holding in for months. Hayley looked up from the magazine she was pretending to read. Her expression was all soft concern. “Can’t do what, Joye? Get married? It’s a little late to be backing out.” She tried for a teasing smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.