Kelly Clarkson Booktok Drama นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Kelly returned yet again with another Drama. His comeback stunned Ciara. She thought he was done discussing the issue "Dad, if this is how it feels like to taste wealth, I rather be trapped in the pit of abject poverty. I may not have access to all the luxury in the world. But one thing is certain, I got my dignity," Ciara beat her chest with confidence. She made it clear to Kelly that nothing was gonna make her accept George into her home, let alone agree to marry Dexter. Kelly was stunned by Ciara's resilience. It wasn't her first time to counter his words. However, this time feels different. Ciara was uncontrollable.

Her hands kept touching my chest and would move down and I'd have to grab her hands before she could grab my d*ck through my pants. From time to time I would see Kelly look at me through her rearview mirror and I'd feel my cheeks burn. This was probably a bad idea, but I needed a way out. She stopped at the store and as I tried to get out, Lara kept clinging to me. "Please! Don't leave me!" I was fed up and I clenched my teeth. "I have to go get you a water. You have to stay. You're drunk as f*ck." She giggled and Kelly finally looked back. "Hey Pink Streak, what music do you like? We can make a playlist while he runs in."

- Dylan's POV I tried every which way to get out of the cellar, but to no avail. Kelly had only been gone for a day, and I was already starving. I exerted so much energy trying to get out that my body was beginning to fail me. I knew that I needed to hold on until she came back so that I could ambush her when she finally opened the door, but I wasn't sure if I could make it.

“What are you doing here?” Lydia arched a brow. “The obvious.” Kelly hummed, raising a hand to her neck, fingers grazing the diamond necklace Clinton had bought her. She tilted her head just enough for the light to catch the sparkling gems. Lydia chuckled, seeing right through her. “By the way, how’s Clinton? I thought you’d be home comforting him.” Kelly’s smirk faltered. “What are you talking about?” Lydia’s lips curled into a smirk. “He didn’t tell you?” She asked, amusement in her eyes. “He was disqualified from becoming CEO. Oops.”

She was one woman who could never show empathy for others. “ Diana, darling.” She walked up to me. “ You seem to be bold in front of me but a frail hedgehog inside you. What's the need of the pretense? Listen, darling; I came here just to remind you that you have just 24 hours more to leave Felix. I have succeeded in making Clyde not remarry because you are coming back to him” “ You can't be serious because I won't return to Clyde. You can do whatever you want. And let me warn you, Miss Clarks, I am ready for any war with you. And you can choose to tell Father that I am still alive” I snapped.

Randy Noah vigorously seized his Kelly Darling into his warm, cozy and protecting embrace. “No need to say sorry… Let me stay in this heaven for a little while, Kelly Darling… Don’t cast me back to hell too soon and too quickly, Kelly Darling… Okay? Let me rejoice in this exhilaration as well as exultance for a few more minutes, okay?” Kelly Olivia tried to cool down her nervousness at this moment. “I really don’t know what I actually want, Randy… Please… Please guide me and show me the way… Will you…?”

Xavier I don't know what to do. Kelly is getting anxious by the day. I understand she wants to leave the country as soon as possible but she needs to be patient so we get everything we need before leaving. I entered the room and met Kelly sulking on the bed, she's been moody and has refused to talk to me, I tried to persuade her to talk to me but that's not walking either, her silence is driving me insane, I can't take it anymore

"Cora, there is nothing going on between Faye and me. The divorce is my own decision—it has nothing to do with anyone else." "Then why do you suddenly want a divorce?" She seized my wrist. "Is it just because I didn't fire Preston? I've already transferred him to another city. What more do you want?" I didn't pull away, nor did I evade her. "Were the northern lights in the Gobeki Desert beautiful?" Her hand went rigid. The sound-activated light went out. In the darkness, I heard her breathing suddenly turn rapid and heavy. "How do you know—" "How I know isn't important. What's important is what you promised me."

Rachel laughed too loudly. “Clark, tell them about the wedding planner!” He didn’t respond. “Clark?” she pressed. “Not now,” he muttered. Daniel cleared his throat. “Eva, did you want dessert?” Before I could answer, Clark spoke. “You don’t deserve her.” The table froze. Rachel gasped. “Clark!” Daniel frowned. “What did you say?” Clark stood. “I said you don’t deserve her.” I shot to my feet, my hands shaking. “Enough!”

Then I think about it for half a second. I unbutton it again. The lift opens. I step in. Cassandra is on the forty-second floor, seated behind her desk with the kind of posture that says even exhaustion has to ask permission before it touches her. She stands when she sees me. “Miss Vale.” Warm. Polished. Perfectly measured. “Your father called ahead.” “Sorry to ambush your day.” “You are not ambushing anything.” She reaches for a file on the corner of her desk, then pauses. “The Hargrove amendment is in Mr. Keller’s office.”