Ost Drama Full House Novels & Stories

'Fibre way Foods" was printed on the plate, and she called back the attendant. "Sorry, Ma'am, who knows this restaurant?" Kimberly asked looking at her and she smiled. "Oh, are you new here?" She asked her looking surprised. "Yes, it's my first time," Kim replied and her mouth curved in form of a circle. "No wonder. It's Landon Hernandez, he owns almost everything in Mystic Falls." She replied and Kim nodded slowly. She looked for the name of the attendant on her uniform, and she got it. "Thank you, Diana," Kim said and Diana looked at her name printed on her shirt.

Steve hollers that he has dibs to play the next round and becomes lost in the crowd of overgrown "boys" You can tell Jamie is a bachelor by his house. Car and movie posters are plastered on every wall. With pictures of his kids in nice frames on shelves in the bare spots along with model cars and different trophies. Every room is simple with a simple layout and basic appliances but comfortable furniture. Though he’s one of the cleanest single guys I’ve ever met. Everything has its place. Overall, it is a nice little trailer house. He’s done a lot of work on it so far. Hard to believe this is the same house as when he first moved in. The walls were busted up, the kitchen needed a new floor an

The television played in the background, muted but relentless. Across the screen, clips of reporters and flashing banners cycled: “Smith Industries CEO Damon Smith Faces Divorce”, “Wife Walks Out, No Official Statement Released.” The same loop of grainy footage rolled again — Mya in crimson silk, suitcase at her side, the faint sound of reporters calling questions that she hadn’t answered. Damon sat in his father’s old leather chair in the study, his tie undone, one arm draped along the armrest. He wasn’t watching the TV so much as letting it watch him. The images replayed in his head even when he closed his eyes.

Sherman Colton would like to marry you,' Winston said. My mouth dropped open and I was at a loss for words; before I could respond. Winston elaborated, 'It will be a Contract marriage, and you will be paid handsomely at the end of every week when the term expires in 8 weeks; you will also be given a luxurious residence in the middle of the Dorian coast.'

I hesitated, my pen hovering over the signature line of the mate bond dissolution agreement. Before I could sign, Lucas suddenly knocked on the door, his voice sharp with irritation. "Why didn't you make breakfast today? "I swear, I've spoiled you too much. Now, you don't even cook breakfast. What do you even contribute to this family?" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking.

"Stop talking! I don't want to hear it! It's impossible!" She reached for the car door, but her hands shook so badly she could not find the handle. Dad grabbed her wrist with frightening force. His eyes were red as he stared into hers. "Claire," he said, using her full name, his voice torn open. "It's true. They told us to come identify the body." At the words identify the body, Mom convulsed as if struck by electricity. She looked at Dad. The anger, disbelief, and desperate hope drained from her face little by little, leaving only blank confusion.

"Tommy, we'll take you out after dinner. There's something going on nearby today. It'll be a lot of fun." Dad put his arm around my shoulders, the warmth of his palm seeping through my clothes, almost scalding. Talia quietly transferred some of her own money into my account, moving so carefully it was as if she were afraid of startling me. Mom sat across the table, smiling, her eyes full of quiet satisfaction. This family looked like they loved me, like everything was warm and perfect.

To wash away the shame, she made this event even bigger than the first. Marissa spent a fortune booking the massive screens along the Harborfront and arranged a twenty-four-hour live broadcast. She turned Sophie's comeback operation into a citywide spectacle. Everyone in Harbor City knew about it. Countless people camped in the live-stream. Within half an hour, the online audience broke one million. On the eve of the match, Sophie came to me on purpose, looking sensible and sincere. "Adrian, the Foster family isn't my responsibility alone." She looked up at me, her tone full of honesty.

She makes me feel like a potato. Dane hauls me with him, past the kitchen and through the spacious, standard Florida beach house, with an open plan layout and comfy couches scattered on the main floor. It's clean and neat; you can tell rich people own it. Everything is placed with a design fair; even the art on the walls is modern and pricey. Light and bright, given the sun is still up, and the ocean view from here is breathtaking.

Her dress rode up a bit and her boobs nearly fell out of their package. She closed the door behind her softly as she dropped her black purse on the dark couch. She turned, her eyes meeting his dark orbs. Longing sat in them as he had been waiting for her. He had the worse night and needed to blow off steam. He didn't care if it was seven in the morning. Morning sex was indeed the best. "I had the worse night," he said as he got off his desk, walked over, and rested on his mahogany table. "My wife had to work late last night and I was forced to hang out with the kids." He rubbed his face in exhaustion.