On Our Best Behavior Novels & Stories

My legs shook, my hand trembling as the toy slipped from my fingers. I collapsed back on the bed, chest heaving, skin damp and flushed. Shame filled me in heavy waves. What the hell was I doing? Touching myself to the thought of my best friend’s father?And the worse part was that, I wouldn't mind doing it again. I will be damned because Theodore Blackwell turned me on in ways I had not imagined.

One of the younger staff members nodded quickly while taking notes. “And the stage lighting?” another team member asked. Pat leaned slightly forward in his chair. “Warm gold tones during the opening speech,” he answered smoothly. “Then cooler transitions for the performance segment. Don’t make it overly flashy. Government officials prefer elegance over spectacle.” Several heads nodded in agreement. Across the table, Tee quietly watched Pat while pretending to review paperwork. For the first time in months, Pat actually looked alive inside the office again. His concentration was sharp. His posture confident. His eyes no longer empty.

"It's not like that! I don't know why she said that! I've never been married, and I didn't ask her to introduce anyone to me!" "Are you still trying to talk your way out of this situation? Your best friend has already exposed you. How long do you plan on lying to me?" "I didn't lie to you!" I exclaimed, frustrated tears spilling down my cheeks. "Isabelle's lying…" Just then, a particularly eye-catching, red comment flashed across my eyes. "I heard about a similar case from a plastic surgeon when I was working abroad. A woman got plastic surgery to look just like her best friend. She then impersonated her best friend to swindle rich men out of their wealth.

I caught a glimpse of him in the rearview mirror, his hands on the wheel, focused. Mirabel pulled out her phone. “Let’s make a playlist for the drive. Something upbeat so we don’t get sad about leaving.” We spent the first hour singing along to old pop songs, Mirabel dramatically performing every chorus while I laughed and joined in on the easy ones. The security in the front seat stayed silent and professional, occasionally checking mirrors. Halfway through the drive, Mirabel turned to me, tone shifting to something softer. “Hey… thanks for coming home with me. It was the best holiday I’ve had in years. Dad seemed happier too. You’re really family now.”

"You guys shouldn't get so worked up yet—the best part is yet to come. You can rest assured that the female lead has no chance of escaping the grasp of this insidious mother-son duo." I was just waiting to discover the nature of the upcoming "best part" when the comment section vanished again. I had a bad feeling about this, so I grabbed Heather's hand and led her away, certain that heading home was the best course of action at that moment. I was just about to leave the classroom when Sylvia and Christian blocked our path. "Why are you in such a hurry, Kayla? It's almost time for the class meeting, and with Heather's grades being so impressive, she ought to share her learning experience with

_______________________ Zenia's POV I stayed home on Monday. I didn't have the mindset of facing my backstabbing former best friend. I stayed in my room eating ice cream and looking at the television. I was lonely, once again. EJ was avoiding and ignoring me. Jasmine was on her honeymoon, so I couldn't disturb her with my drama. Mom wasn't like Mom anymore. And Ashley was no longer my best friend. "This just in, Ethan Hollen, Junior, the last child of the billionaire Ethan Hollen, has been arrested."

Easy Ash, calm down sis, I was just saying". I hold my head in my hands and take a deep breath. I just need to have a time to myself, everything that happened today is making my head spin. I need a long shower. Nathan was so gentle with me today and it surprised me, he was different, I understand it was for the press still, it felt good.

and assignment concerning this phase?". "Yes, yes sir", they replied. "That's great, because this week, we will officially kick off our activities", Mr. Taylor said. This was followed by a round of applause from the men he was speaking to. "I urge you all, to be on your best behavior and keep to the rule, on no account, do I want to hear that one of us here, was arrested or locked up, due to bad behavior or break of conduct". "I want you all to put in your best, though I am aware that it's not going to be an easy job, especially for you guys". "But undercover jobs are the most sweetest and interesting thing on social media, please be on your best behavior and behave like a professiona

“Goodnight Hope.” As his huge frame fills the doorway I blurt out. “See you tomorrow?” He pauses and nods. “Don’t beat yourself up. Down here…people aren’t themselves.” I stand alone in the orange glow of the library, wondering how long I’ll be able to smell his oaky, cinnamon scent on my clothes for. It means for the rest of the month we are both on our best behaviour. I create other sketches, struggling for inspiration. When I get frustrated, we play board games, listen to music, start jogging up and down the corridors, and hit the gym together. Anything but cross that line again.

“Don’t be nervous. I’ll clap for you, even if you mess up.” Dressed in his little lion costume, Alan gave a confident look. “I won’t mess up.” Daniel and I shared a smile. When the show began, I leaned against Daniel’s shoulder while Emily sat on my lap. Together, we watched our dazzling little Simba on stage, our attention fully locked on him. During intermission, as the house lights came on, snippets of conversation from two well-dressed women beside us drifted into my ears. “Have you heard about what happened in the prison in Belgrade?”