No More Drama Book Novels & Stories

Seeing how many of you are connecting with the characters and the plot has been such a joy and truly humbling. I’m so excited to continue this journey with you, and I promise there’s so much more to come... more twists, more emotions and more moments that will hopefully make your heart race! I also want take this opportunity to tell you about my new book, 'The Mafia King's Contract Wife: The Angel of Revenge', which I’m really excited about! It is packed with drama, emotion, and characters you’ll fall in love with all over again.

In the bedroom, Sasha lounged on the couch with her legs crossed, watching a gay romance drama from Carran while eating chips and drinking beer, completely lost in it. She thoroughly enjoyed having time to herself. Without having to follow Blake around or sleep with him, the atmosphere seemed to hum with comfort and ease. "Is it really that good, hmm?" Sasha felt a familiar warmth press against her neck. Her body shivered, and she instinctively tipped her head back as his lips found hers.

After swallowing, my throat immediately began to burn. Sarah's eyes lit up as she linked her arm with mine affectionately. "See? Nothing happened! You must've been lying before." My whole body turned cold, and my skin began to itch. "Cynthia, let's go downstairs and open presents!" she said, her arm still around mine. "I got so many gifts this year." Something similar happened last year. When Sarah first came back, she had pulled me along to open presents just like now. She unwrapped an exquisite music box and handed it to me to admire but deliberately let go of it during the handoff. The music box fell to the floor and shattered.

the clerk said, snapping me back, “We can only exchange these for store credit at this time.” I nodded, taking the small slip of credit in my hand. Good enough. I wandered through the aisles, letting the quiet hum of the store pull me away from the storm in my mind. Romance. Billionaire drama. Steamy fantasies I’d never admit to anyone. That would do. I pulled a paperback off the shelf, “Penthouse Rules” by Lola Noir. I thumbed and flipped through it, letting the over-the-top, steamy paragraphs fill my head. It was just enough to put Dom’s audio aside for a wihile.

More, and more. End of Book 1

I felt nothing. Derek jumped in: "Molly, I'm not asking you to choose anymore. We're both willing to love you together—don't stress yourself out. We're both yours!" He held up the Moonlight Necklace, another family heirloom. The crowd was buzzing with gossip. I thought it was absolutely ridiculous.

Breakups were routine. The day Nadine left to study abroad, I got a call from Stefan. His voice was slurred, as if he was drunk. I went to the bar and found Stefan collapsed over a table, completely out of it. I helped him home, prepared hangover medicine, and covered him with a blanket. Just as I was about to leave, he grabbed my hand. "Elise, I like you. Be with me." I knew it was drunk nonsense. I did not agree. I only told him to rest.

Leah indeed loved reading comics. But... "'The Last Supper of a Serial Killer,' 'The Singing Voice of the Sewer,' 'Horror Nursery Rhymes,' 'You Look Delicious,'" Diana's expression gradually contorted. Well, let's see what books she has been reading lately instead. "'How to Kill Your Neighbor,' 'Abnormal Psychology,' 'Self-Improvement for Beauties,' 'Advanced Handbook for Pro-Level Girls,'" Diana muttered. "What the hell is all this?" Just then, a notification sound chimed.

"Let's go Diana, the others are waiting." "Yes, let's go home." ********************************** Hello everyone, Dora here. Am really honored that you read my book, we've come a long way and now its finally time to end things. However, the road doesn't end here for me, I still have more if you want. It'd be nice if you check out my newly signed book "The Ghosts of Greenville." Don't let the name fool you though, its a really sweet and forbidden and warm story. Or you can check out 'Made of Glass' and drown in an ongoing comic love story for free. I really hope you enjoyed this book, do let me know what you think. With warm regards, Dora.

"Just let me know when I mishandle you." He began gently, sectioning, blow-drying, and combing. Mop after mop. Nora shut her eyes, enjoyed the moment, and wished it lasted forever. Akwara- Prostitute