On Our Best Behavior Novels & Stories

Why suddenly does she feel nervous? Luke'sPOV Luke CAN NOT help but feel excited as he prepares for the Business Meeting later to be held at Chechu Restaurant. But, he was nervous, how would Athalia react when she found out that he would be her boss for three days a week. Athalia would surely be glad because they will be together. Luke knew that even though Athalia didn't say, he know she misses him. So she would do anything to get her back. Luke sighed and continued looking for something to wear. Only formal attire will be worn.

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.

She darted her eyes to Amanda before she nodded. Finally, someone had put her in her place. The woman and her child had the bad habit of sniveling their nose in other’s business. Since Granny had done the honors of putting her in her place, I guess I was left with Logan to teach him a lesson. Our attention swerved over to Granny once again when she grunted. “I want everyone to be on their best behavior. The media would want nothing more than to splash our names over all the magazines.” Her eyes swept around the table. “I don’t want to have to pay bloggers to take down post or give them money to look away. With that note, BEHAVE!”

Zayden looked at her. “Why?” Lena hesitated. “Because it means they expect it now.” Silence. Zayden nodded slowly. “Yes.” A pause. “And expectation becomes dependency over time.” Lena swallowed. “So we’re not just affecting them anymore…” Zayden finished softly. “…we’re being anticipated.” A news broadcast flickered on a nearby screen. The anchor paused mid-report. Then said carefully. “Experts are now describing a global behavioral stabilization phenomenon that appears to reduce emotional escalation patterns in public environments…”

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

It stopped me from checking the burner thread every thirty seconds. At 1:15 the teaser page from yesterday posted again. Audio context incoming. Some marriages end with statements. Some end with what was said behind the door. No file yet. Just heat under the pot. Comments woke up immediately. I turned the screen off and went to the back room for air. Adrian followed. “They’re still squeezing,” he said. “I know.” “Look at me.” I did. “If it drops, you do not explain yourself in the comments. Brenda speaks. I speak where I need to. You keep your name from drowning in reaction.”

“I know.” He sat up against the headboard and pulled me into his lap. His hands rested on my hips as he laid out the rules. “We have to be perfect actors. In the mansion, no looks. No touches. No private conversations. We go back to how it was before. Professional. Guard and Principessa. Nothing more. At family meetings, I stand behind Dante like always. You sit with your brothers. We don’t even glance at each other too long.” His thumb stroked my hip gently. “Outside the mansion, when I can get away, we meet here or somewhere safe. But even then, we have to be smart. No patterns. No risks. One mistake and everything burns.”

So, pretty much everyone around me knew I was dating a guy who was building his business. "Wow, it's so pretty! It must have cost a fortune, right?" I shook my head, about to explain that it only cost 30 bucks online. But before I could get the words out, a sharp, condescending voice cut through. "Of course, it's not expensive. After all, it's a fake watch!" I always felt like Margot Booth wasn't here to work—she was here for a runway show. The moment she walked in, the heavy scent of perfume followed her. She tossed her hair, and then proudly displayed her phone for us to see.

She noticed the irritation in my face as I went inside. She leaned on his swivel chair while her eyes focused on me. It was a look that could see even my deep emotions. "Is it a guy?" She pursed her lips. She put her elbow in the table without removing her gaze. "Can you really read minds?" I curiously asked. How do psychologists do that? I haven't said anything. Dr. Jean laughed. "We don't read minds. We observe behavior, Zee." "Well, yeah. It's a guy," I replied. There is no point in lying. She knew me.

She stuttered with a shivering body on the bed,she makes sure she hold the knife securely at her hand pointing it directly at the door in case if he badges in. "Zuwairah it's me Abubakar, please open this door" "No..no.. I won't! Go away! You all should just go away!" "Zuwairah what has gotten into you? Why are you behaving this way? Is this how a newly wedded couple act? No! So please, open up this door let talk maturely. This is not right. Let know what's bothering you,what you're afraid of and we will all help you..please open this door" Abubakar said as he bang on the door repeatedly.