On Our Best Behavior Novels & Stories

“Fine. But if this goes south, you’re going to be the one who has to explain.” I didn’t respond, knowing that if things went wrong, I wouldn’t have an explanation. I turned away, heading toward the training yard where the rest of the pack was already assembling. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could feel the nerves buzzing among my warriors. I stepped onto the makeshift stage, raising my voice to address them. “Listen up! Today, we fight for our home, for each other, and for our future. Fenriz thinks he can intimidate us, that we are weak. But we are strong—together!”

I say and Quinn looks over at me, a soft expression on his face. "No problem." He responds and we drive the rest of the way in content silence, the radio the only sound as it plays quietly in the background and I'm struck by how nice it is. My friends are always chatting and Brad likes to blast his music. It's peaceful, sitting in quiet contemplation doing nothing but running my fingers through Hank's fur. When we arrive, we walk up to the little booth where you pay to get in. "It's a fundraiser for the local humane society. I got it, since I basically forced you to come." I say with a smile and Quinn shakes his head.

He didn't even notice me, as he only had eyes for Dahlia. Seeing this, I felt as though a silver spike had been driven straight through my heart. The pain was so intense that I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. Panic flashed across Xander's face when he saw this. "Don't get the wrong idea, Ophelia. They're just putting on an act. It's a rehearsal for tomorrow's ceremony, so everything you see right now is just an act." Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to smile warmly. "It's alright—I understand. I'm just a weak Omega now anyway, so it's only right that Leander doesn't want to be close to me."

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.