Good Drama Novels & Stories

Her voice was strong and steady. I glanced at the phone screen and was a little surprised to see who she was calling. It was Mikael. She said, "Dad, what do we do now? Flora is really dead. Didn't you tell me that stuffing some sand and gravel inside wouldn't cause any problems? We agreed that once she's paralyzed, we can cash out her critical illness insurance."

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He extended his arm toward me as I stepped into the hall. At that moment, the host's voice rang out clearly, "Let us welcome today's happiest bride, the beautiful Madison Blake—along with her husband, the handsome Devon Ryder!"

With the criminals caught, my spirit drifted back home. My framed photo sat in the middle of the living room. The apartment was trashed. Broken dishes and shattered porcelain covered the floor, like a brutal fight had gone down. Mom sat dazed on the couch, dried blood at the corner of her mouth. In just a few days, she looked like a different person. The woman who'd cared so much about appearances, who always had to look perfect, was now a total mess. Same pajamas for days.

"It's not necessary. I'm fine." "I'll feel better if he tells me that," Marybeth said, taking his hand, and they circled back to the main building. Her father stopped at reception to pick up some documents before they headed back to Danica's room. Marybeth sat at the dining table, flipped through one of the magazines and sipped her coffee while her father lounged on the neatly made single bed and ripped through a few of the envelopes he'd collected from reception. He cleared his throat, and Marybeth looked up from the latest tabloid vitriol about the Duke and Duchess of Sussex. The moment she saw the trailer of their new N*****x documentary, she knew it wouldn't earn them any fans.

“We talked about this.” Lucas grinned, raising both hands in surrender. “Who wants to have some tasty pasta?” “The only thing you know how to cook, sure let's have it.” “It might be the only thing but you can't deny it tastes better everytime.” “Get out, Lucas.” I thought I heard a smile in his voice so I turned. I turned… Adrian in a suit looked extraordinary, like the hot billionaires every writer talked about… Silas Graves, Enzo, Hayden Bennett, Zade Meadows… but Adrian in sweatpants… holy fucking mother of God!

"Go Miles, that's hot." "You think everything is hot." "So, are Alec and Miles going to fight for you now? Oh my God, that would be so-" I frown at her. "Cool. I was going to say cool." "That sounds like a drama-fest and have you forgotten about my over-protective and easily angered twin brother?" "You mean that sexy mother fucker down there, ordering us lunch?" "Samara!" "You guys are so easy to rile up. I love it." She performs a cat-like stretch and I hear something crack.

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.

The guards advanced to them, thrusting the torch forward, sending the monsters wiggling backwards. When all the Reapers are back on the cell, the winged Badblood came flying down again and sealed the door. The audience clapped their hands and their faces were pasted with the bliss of the carnage they saw. Leni stood up and clapped her hands. "Great show!" she exclaimed and the all the Badbloods agreed happily. Leni turned to them and grinned. "Did you guys enjoy the show?" she asked, her lips curved into a perfect smile.

Remi took the carpeted floor while Alex and Jenna took the last longest sofa. They were all shaken from the near death experience and relieved to finally let go. Jenna sobbed again but in a different kind of relief. Vincent sighed and closed his eyes, too tired to even try to keep himself awake. It'd been a long day indeed.