Novel & Cerita On Our Best Behavior

Her husband stood beside her, watching analytics spike. “You triggered a wave.” “Yes.” “And he’ll know.” “I want him to.” She stood up. Walked toward the window. Sun rising slowly over the city skyline. “Fear changes behavior.” “And you want him reactive.” “Yes.” Because reactive men make mistakes. Calculated men kill cleanly. Reactive men panic. 9:30 A.M. Board members began calling Director. Concerned. Agitated. Demanding reassurance. He handled each one calmly. “This is noise.” “We’ll release a clarification.”

His strong arm encircled my waist while holding my hand securely, sensing my nervousness. "Relax, baby girl," he whispered tenderly into my ear. "Ryder, we haven't even practiced our couple's dance. How are we going to make it perfect?" I fretted, feeling the pressure of the moment. To ease my nerves, his fingers traced down my spine in a soothing caress, and I responded by wrapping my free hand around his neck. "We don't need perfection. Just being here with you is perfect. Our dance together is perfect because it's us," he reassured me, his eyes casting an enchanting spell that made me melt into his arms. Following his lead, we swayed gracefully to the soft rhythm of the music.

“Presence? You mean the time she nearly set the kitchen on fire because she forgot the oven was on? Or the time she threatened to leak her own engagement just because Reagan was late to her movie premiere?” I froze. “I’m sorry... what?” Audre turned toward me with a thin smile. “Oh. You didn’t know? Tiara’s a roller coaster. One minute she’s glowing like a goddess, the next she’s blowing everything up because the flower arrangements didn’t match her mood.” I wanted to deny it, but my mouth wouldn’t move. At the end of the table, their younger brother Kai was slouched in a hoodie and joggers, eating ice cream straight from the container. His shoulder-length hair hung just over his eyes. He ba

Forgive my manners, my name is Audrey O'Connor, and I am a freshman in UCLA—we all are—me, Lislie, Liam, and two other of my female friends that you will get to meet soon. Liam had been my best friend since middle school, and we had remained buddies from then until now. Our families became closer as a result of our friendship, and people usually referred to us as siblings. My dad and his dad worked in the same company, but it was our friendship that brought them closer. Same with my mum. We usually took turns having dinner at each other's houses or went out for treats. They let us sleep over at each other's houses, go to school together, shopping, church; we did virtually everything together

I grinned, "Well, for starters, we can continue being the power couple that challenges the norm. Lead by example, you know?" Sophia smirked, "A power couple, huh? I like the sound of that." I raised an eyebrow playfully, "Oh, absolutely. We'll be the talk of the town, and not just for our unconventional relationship." She chuckled, "You make it sound so easy." I leaned in, planting a kiss on her forehead. "It won't be easy, but it'll be worth it. We'll show them that a workplace can be inclusive, respectful, and accepting."

Confusion laced my tone when I asked, "Jasper, do you make such thorough preparations every time someone asks you for a favor?" His expression suddenly turned serious when he turned to face me. "Actually, my feelings for you are genuine. Luna, can you please give me a chance?" My face turned a vibrant shade of red, though I couldn't be sure if it was from the sun setting in the distance or for some other reason. The sun shone brightly in the sky on the day of our wedding. Although our marriage also signified the joining of two powerful businesses, we didn't notify any media outlets, preferring to keep the ceremony under wraps.

ur bestie still got a pool? I stared at the screen like it was a loaded gun. Then another message came. Leah: don’t worry. I’ll pretend to be just a friend. I know how you get weird about us. I replied before I could think better. Me: It’s not a great time. Maybe later in the week. Leah: huh. ur still running. classic Ethan. I didn’t answer. That night, I tried to avoid Mrs. Rowen. It didn’t work. She found me in the laundry room again, folding a towel just to have something to do with my hands.

Not today. We arrived a few minutes later, and surprisingly, the reception ladies were still... kind. “Good job!” a voice called out as soon as I stepped inside. I jumped slightly, it was Gia’s assistant, strutting toward me. “Huh?” “The party! Mr. Taylor is trending again, and his song jumped to number three from eleven. Impressive.” “Party? I—” “The pre-Halloween party. I heard everyone forgot their name and had a good time. You’re doing good, Ms. Sanders.” She left before I could respond, closing the door behind her.

"Shame to waste such a thoughtful gift. My groom and I already have our rings. We're good." With everyone watching, I chucked the sapphire ring straight into the champagne tower. Ignoring the murmurs, I took a ring from the ring bearer and slid it onto my new groom's finger. Emmett Everhart—best man turned husband—was just as good-looking as Malcolm, maybe better. Broader, too. We hadn't talked much before, but something about him felt weirdly familiar. He raised an eyebrow, then quietly slid a ring onto my finger. The room exploded with gasps.