Drama Novels & Stories

Tumalikod na ako. "It's a diner date Kiara." @DeathWish Chapter#18 Picture Frame ✩✩✩ KIARA✩✩✩ "Ano ba ang kinain no'n at parang may sanib." "Hahaha. Matagal na yun may sanib. Pero aminin nadala ka sa drama ni Jin." Sinipa-sipa ko yung mesa na katabi ng kama. Di ko inaasahan na gano'n ang magagawa niya. Tinakot niya ako...

"And don't expect to hear it ever again. Now, what's bothering you? Is there a bitch we need to drag, or what? If it's Dash, I beg you to please let me have him. I have so much planned for him, so much planned for his broke ass. I will drag him by his two front teeth and feed him his own ba-" "Ok, that's enough, Madea," she laughed shaking her head before she threw her hair over her shoulder and leaned over to the mini bar in the car before she brought back a bottle of Jack Daniel's. She smiled at me and I slowly shook my head, "oh yes...oh yes, Nastassia." "Oh, no, no, no, Jessalyn, that's Jack Daniel's. That's nothing like that sparkling wine we sneak around the house." "Oh, come on, Nasta

Sarah's eyes were brimming with tears as she looked at me. "What kind of respect can I even hope for now? "All I want is to quietly deal with the pregnancy, skip town, and start fresh... I need cash, I need to cover the medical bills! Seventy-five thousand dollars might be change to you, but it's my ticket out of here!" 75,000 dollars. I glanced at the flimsy pregnancy test in Sarah's hand, at Wade's mocking smirk, at the students with their arms raised, and at the reporters with their cameras ready to pounce.

James quietly stood up from his seat and everyone watched him leave with no one making an attempt to stop him. "Why is it that whenever you are around, things don't always go down well" Adiguin felt irritated by Serena's words knowing how much James really loved her and she failed to see it. "I don't create nor do I carry trouble around it's just that since this ss3 some people decided to create drama for me" Serena's reply didn't seat well with Adiguin adding her nonchalantly attitude it made him ferious .

The penthouse was a fortress of glass, but the world outside was screaming. I stood in the living room, my hands wrapped around a cup of herbal tea that had gone cold hours ago. The television was on mute. It did not need sound. The headlines scrolling across the bottom of the screen said everything. THE STERLING HEIRESS EXPOSES VANCE DYNASTY. ELEANOR VANCE REVEALED AS KIDNAPPING MASTERMIND. ARIEL VANCE'S FAKE PREGNANCY EXPOSED. The screen was a loop of the footage from the gala. My face, cold and unyielding. Ariel's face, twisted in panic. Eleanor collapsing in her wheelchair. It looked like a scene from a movie. It did not feel real.

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“Okay, let's go get some coffee.” After about half an hour, we both had our coffee and she was reading all of my stories so far, including last night's dream and the nightmare the night before. As she read my writing, I sat and thought about the rose garden. The red hair, ample bosom, and old renaissance dress. I knew who it had been. It was Dru, an immortal woman Kethra, half-demon and half-human. She was a woman that I had known for about ten years now. She was different than Laylan. She was as equally dark as Laylan was light. Equally as cold as Laylan was warm. Equally, as callous as Laylan was caring.

The dancers moved gracefully to the melody, their movements synchronized in perfect harmony. Despite the captivating performance unfolding before my eyes, I found it challenging to focus. My mind kept returning to the image I had seen in the purse - the photograph of the triplets' mother. It was an image etched into my memory, a haunting reminder of the promise I had made. A promise that now seemed impossible to fulfill.

For a few hours I let myself relax, curled up on the plush sofa, enjoying the view. By evening, boredom crept in. I scrolled through the TV options and landed on an old movie: Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. I settled in, letting Marilyn Monroe’s performance distract me. I noticed how she looked at the men. Her eyes moving in a slow triangle , right eye, left eye, then lips, and back again when she got close. It was subtle, and it clearly worked for her. I filed that away in my mind. Maybe it could come in handy someday.

He nods and dismay in his face becomes evident. The rustles become louder and more terrifying as it grows closer. I arm myself back with my dagger and wait patiently. I try to focus on the sound and the footsteps. At the same time, I can hear the trembles from Ezekiel. The rustling stops. This should mean a change of direction from whoever it is. I stoop lower to get closer to the ground and establish a connection with the ground to feel the footsteps of our company. I listen harder and I turn annoyed with Ezekiel's trembling. It becomes more and more distracting. There is a shift of direction. Identifying the company to be around a hundred kilograms but has a weight-shifting balance practic