Novel & Cerita Confessions Of A Teenage Drama Queen Novel

I loved the concept of saving the damsel in distress. But then everything went down the hill when I discovered who my Girlfriend was. My Girlfriend had kept one of the biggest truths of her life from me. My Girlfriend was never a damsel in distress. My Girlfriend was Mafia Queen! **** Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) -Ongoing Her life was full of misery and pain until she found out about her mysterious lover on the day of her thirteenth birthday. That person started to take care of her from a distance. What would happen when she gets separated from her mysterious love?

♧SANA POV♧ I'm fed up while acting as a good person infront of all this bitch from some where came and became his queen how can I accept that since from my teenage I'm with him he also used to like me no matter with how many girls he stayed I never talked because to gain good impression infront of him infact he is also used to trust me blindly no matter how torturous or rude in bed I accepted everything to become his queen I made him cruel in order to make others to get scared of him but how come she is being with him

/bəmp/ past tense: bumped; knock or run into someone or something with a jolt. Laila Asteria Bertelli grew up with a loving mother and a younger brother, her father left them. Now she is becoming a Doctor of Physical Therapy. She aspires to become a doctor someday, she wants to help people but at night she is the queen of the night. She wanted to taste blood, a bit of fun, and a little danger. She wanted to experience life because her nose is always stuck in a book her whole life.

making me smile. Writer's POV A handsome figure clad in a black dress sat at the corner of a beautiful room , playing his keyboard with his eyes closed when a knock came in. He opened his eyes , still playing his keyboard and the door creaked open revealing one of his bodyguard. ” Sir news has reached us that a confessor has been found in Diamond’s high ” the bodyguard said and the figure stopped playing the keyboard at once. At the mention of the word ‘confessor’ his eyes turned red and his heart began to beat faster. The memories of her sister came running into his head. ” Prepare everything I need I leave for American by noon ” he said. His cold voice… . . . Alaina's POV. Twas noon and l

“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.

I marked that one as a hard pass and kept scrolling, sorting the requests in my head into Yes, Maybe, and Hell No. I tossed my phone aside for a second and stared up at the ceiling. For a moment, everything felt still. The air in my apartment was warm and soft with the scent of my body mist lingering in the corners, but my stomach was doing that twisty thing again. I hated these events. Hated the way people looked at me when I walked into a room like they were trying to solve a puzzle I didn’t want to give them the pieces to. They always asked about school, about my plans, about if I’d be joining the family business as if I didn’t already have a full life they knew nothing about. No one ever

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.”

I open the door. I walk out into the hallway. I don't look back. I walk to the West Wing. I walk to the suite that is now mine. I open the door. I step inside. I lock it. Click. I lean against the wood. My legs give out. I slide down to the floor. I bury my face in my hands. I shake. I am the Queen. And I am terrified.

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.

“Unless you’re planning to kidnap me and dump my body somewhere?” He burst into laughter. “At least you’ll look good when they find you.” I smirked. “ I can already picture the headlines, ‘Handsome teenage boy in crop top found dead on private property.’ Nova would recognize me instantly.” He laughed harder, shaking his head. “I thought my sister was the weird one. Guess you just stole her crown.” “I’ve always been the queen.” I fluttered my lashes until he chuckled again. “Seriously though, if you don’t want more dramatic scenarios, tell me where we’re going.”