Novels Drama Novels & Stories

I snarled, "Gretchen has to apologize to me right now if she doesn't want me to cause a scene. I want her to tell everyone that she was only making things up earlier, or I'll call the cops and take her to court for libel!" Gretchen glared at me. "Who do you think you are, Melinda Dashner? No daughter-in-law would dare demand an apology from her mother-in-law!" I roared, "Are there mothers-in-law who falsely accuse their daughters-in-law of being loose and having STDs? Aren't you afraid of going to hell because of these rumors you've spread?" Everyone in the banquet hall turned to look at me when they heard my shouts. Gretchen's face turned red with rage. "Keep your voice down! Or do you thin

It sounds like drama but most sigh and turn back when they see it’s not. Dane’s sat at his desk, holding some notebook high to one side, hanging open while shielding it with his other hand placed directly on the shoulder of Marie, one of Charmaine's friends, to keep her at a distance. She seems to be trying to reach for it, fake shame all over her at whatever is written inside, but her grating tone and obvious seduction are disgusting. Dane isn’t trying too hard to keep her away and seems intent on reading it.

he said walking past us as we went in. Once we walk in, the room is divided. It looks like walking into a junior high dance. Down to the cheesy blue Christmas lights hung around the room. The girls are gathered by Jamie’s impressive collection of records. I have not seen that much vinyl since the early 90s. The girls are talking about the good old days as they go through every single record, reminiscing about what the songs mean to them. I learned more about them than I ever wanted to know about anyone. It is funny how music touches everyone so differently.