Tales From A Not-so-dorky Drama Queen Novels & Stories

Nika and Lis had teased her relentlessly, stealing her clothes, 'accidentally' spilling food on her lap, whispering to boys at parties that Diana was "desperate but desperate doesn't mean dateable." And now this, the final straw... Diana's knees buckled, and she sank onto the couch, burying her face in her hands. Sobs tore from her throat, raw and guttural, her body shaking. Jake hovered awkwardly, muttering apologies that fell flat and the stepsisters exchanged glances, Nika rolling her eyes. "Drama queen," she muttered, but there was a flicker of unease in her eyes, maybe guilt, or fear that Elena would find out and cut off their allowance.

“Do you think I’m very delighted and very pleased playing this disgusting drama in front of them? You intentionally ask them to come here so that you can report to them about what’s been happening to you all these times. Isn’t it?” shouted Madam Queenie Qamra at the top of her voice.

So Sarah cleared her throat and spoke, feigning composure, “Mr. Adrian, you’re overthinking it. I suddenly felt unwell the day before yesterday, so I’ve been resting these past two days.” “……” A faint smile played at the corners of her mouth, and her tone sounded genuinely convincing—lighthearted and playful. “I’m sure you don’t mind, do you, Mr. Adrian?”

she said again and I looked at her. "I don't think I can make it, please take the staff bus,” I responded, and then got into the car. I drove away, and just as I was reaching the traffic lights, I accidentally switched on my radio. “Breaking news, Scarlett Brown Daniel Cross's Ex-fiancèe has just been crowned the Fashion Queen of the year, while his current girlfriend, Rhea Colli, was nowhere to be seen. Looks like fate rooted for the one who endured the torture and made a woman who once woke up in a hospital bed on a day that she was supposed to walk down the aisle have hope again. Congratulations to Ms. Brown," the presenter said before a song played.

"It's about Q-Queen Danika." .

"Sixteen hundred," She sighed exasperated, then combed all ten fingers through her hair. He didn't look that harmful, okay, he did, but not as dangerous as he lied he was. Adler Domenico? What did he think? She'd swallow the lie and spill everything as if anybody was that naive? Tamara relented. "Fine, what do you want to know? There's not much to say about her—just a quiet employee who used to be cheerful until things went south."

Bethany and Carla paid a price for underestimating her. - So, how is it going to be?- Kaitlyn asked, scanning the room. No witch was brave enough to speak first. Finally, Dorothea stood up from her seat. - I will do it. I wouldn't say I like the idea, but living under the Dragon King's rules is not an option for me either. I am a witch, and I want to live like one. - I do appreciate your honesty. - Kaitlyn replied with a smirk.

How nice it feels. We both settle on the sofa in a spooning position, my head on his muscular arm, peering at the screen. The TV screen displays one of my most favorite k-drama Mr Queen but I can't seem to focus not when he keeps nuzzling his nose in my hair. It's so ticklish. "Jeez...stop it." I adjust my position turning to face him. "What did I do?" He bats his eyelash in innocence. Too bad I know better than to believe it.

Elena's POV In the first year of our marriage, Lorenzo Moretti publicly announced that I wouldn't be the Donna of the Moretti family. Instead, he made me do the work of a maid for a dollar per task. I worked myself to the bone, injuring my back. On rainy days, I would shake from the pain. In the second year of our marriage, the Moretti family's casino in Lavergo opened, and I was called in to work as a dealer. I was paid five dollars a night.