Good Drama Novels & Stories

"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

I’m too tired for the after-bell pushing and need some quiet time to get home and maybe take a night off. I have the shelter today, but I’m not feeling it and seriously think for the first time in forever, I might call in sick, get into bed with snacks and binge on a N*****x show. I’m emotionally and physically spent, and today, after the whole ‘Babe’ drama has me feeling dead.

"Oh, and with the drama we have. They'll be getting shows nightly." "Like a soap opera." They began to laugh. Kali leaned against him, and he chuckled, holding her and keeping them from falling sideways. "Imagine with Giovanna." Samuel cackled between breaths. "And mother coming over. Like TV drama series, I tell you." "The way we argued when we first married. I can already see them pulling out the popcorn at eight p.m. each night." Samuel doubled over, and she clapped her hands in delight. "This would never have worked if we lived here."

[A barren divorcee trying to seduce the heir of the Colombo family. Below the message was a blurred photo. The faces weren’t clear, but the background was unmistakable. The hotel lobby. This morning. Dave and I. My hands began to shake. The phone slipped from my fingers, hit the floor, and shattered. The door creaked open. I lifted my head—and there she was. Arias. Her lips curved slowly as her eyes dropped to the shattered phone on the floor. “I see you got some bad news,” she said sweetly. “Your phone even fell. It must be really bad.”

Did you have a dream they got eaten by a cannibal? 'Gosh darn, you suck at jokes,' Nev said rolling her eyes. Izzie nodded in agreement. 'You def need a degree in joke-ology to crack one.' They all turned to stare at her. Naima sighed. It was a sigh that meant she couldn't believe the stupidity of the person she was sighing at — which at that moment was Izzie. 'I think you're the one who needs the degree,' Nev said. 'Yeah,' Thelma and Naima said together. 'I'm still mad at you, so don't go thinking you're forgiven.' Naima quickly added. 'Oo, I'm so scared.' Everyone laughed.

Good girl I smiled at his reply. Me : Lol😂💅 K💝🔐 :Babe?, I want to video call you. Me : What's stopping you? K💝🔐 :Your permission? Me :Lo fucking L 😂. My permission?? When did that one start??. Nawa o. K💝🔐 :Yes naw, I don't know if you are busy, you know. Me :Okay o, you can call me. Lol.

The room fell silent so quickly it almost hurt. Luciano’s hand remained against Amara’s waist for exactly two more seconds before slowly sliding away. Not rushed. Not guilty. Which somehow made the situation worse. Riccardo’s expression revealed nothing as he stepped fully into the penthouse, dark eyes moving calmly between them. But Amara had spent enough time around dangerous men to recognize tension when she saw it. And right now? The air felt one wrong sentence away from violence. “Well,” Luciano said lightly, completely unbothered. “This looks dramatic.”

At night, Ahn Hana is reading the case on her laptop. She is studying the case that might make or break her future. She will gain a lot of enemies after this. But, if she manages to win, she will become a legend in her field. The case is complicated. The odds are against her. It is no wonder that Jung Kwang-Soo has asked her to represent this chaebol heir. Why do rich people have weird tastes?

I try to reason. Of course I saw everything. Him holding a hammer and slamming into this already dead guy. The guy is covered with blood. His own blood and his head... shit, I don't wanna talk about that side. My heart beat is rapid and i can't feel my feet. A guy comes out of the corner lighting a cigarette and he's holding a hammer. Great it's Coen, the blonde haired guy i stole his wrist watch. I'm in deep shit and i know I'm not getting out of it anytime soon. " What the fuck? Isn't she the cunt that stole my fucking wrist watch."

Roseanne West Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now, I'm currently watching the newest K-drama. I'm always a fan of K-drama because they always describe love in a very unique and cheesy way. Even though sometimes I cringed watching them but at the end of the day, I still love it.