Romans & histoires Good Drama

"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.

Eve Brando slammed his hand on the table and yelled, “I do not want to invest anymore, what part of that do you not understand?” He looked irritated and upset. “Mr Brando, please calm down, let us explain to you. You cannot believe the news so easily without verifying” I answered in a calm tone. We were in the board meeting with board directors, Brando and Khalif. Brando's acting was so perfect I was impressed, we just needed to act a little bit more so we didn't raise any suspicions… Sinclair could have eyes watching.

"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.”

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.

It is funny how music touches everyone so differently. The guys are all huddled around the TV watching a game like it's the Super Bowl. Except, it’s a freaking video game. So, of course, Steve is instantly lost to me. I could do a striptease right here in front of God and everybody, and he would not have a clue. I could be murdered no more than five feet away from him and his eyes would not turn away from that 50-inch screen. They are hooting and hollering like they are at the biggest sporting event of the year. Steve hollers that he has dibs to play the next round and becomes lost in the crowd of overgrown "boys".

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.”

Why do rich people have weird tastes? She stretches her neck and arms. It's best to work on the pending case. Reading about this chaebol is giving her a headache. She switches to the other case. In this case, a bankrupt businessman has been suspected of murdering his wife for insurance money. He was broke before he decided to kill his wife. He has three children. The youngest is only three months old. Her headache intensifies after reading this. Ahn Hana looks at the doorway when she hears the click. She walks on her toes and picks up the baseball bat. When you are living alone, you have to be cautious of things. She doesn't make a sound and moves toward the door.