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

“Elegant but not loud.” “Do you have anything… not mayor’s-wife level?” I whispered. She laughed. “Meron, meron. Don’t worry, I’ll help you choose.” I stood there with my arms crossed, still stewing in irritation, but I had to admit—the collection was gorgeous. And also intimidating. Like, what was I even doing here? Borrowing the dresses of Lucas’s late mother because my husband forgot to mention a tiny detail like THE ACTUAL DATE OF HIS FATHER’S BIRTHDAY?

Nothing changes. Not the way he treats me. Not the way others see me. Even the maids whisper. Their voices low But not low enough. I hear them. I always do. I sit on the edge of my bed. My thoughts drift back to the Queen Mother. Worry settles in my chest. She is the only one who treats me with genuine kindness. Her And Queen Viola. Everyone else Feels distant. Cold. Or dangerous. The night stretches on. Quiet. Still. Peaceful on the surface.

That is definitely changing when I get back. Whispers turned into a roar. “She’s insane!” “She just put hands on Victoria Dowell!” “She has a death wish!” “Did she wake up thinking she’s really a queen?” Victoria stumbled back, clutching her head, eyes wide with shock and rage as she screamed. I flipped my hair, looked straight at the growing crowd, and announced loud enough for the whole floor to hear. “I’m Arabella Draven. Your queen. Your king’s woman. And in what fantasy world do peasants shove the queen to the floor and live to brag about it?”

This was really a huge hotel,It has about twenty floors. "What are you still doing where, huh what are you waiting for, who do you think you are to barge into my room like you queen elizabeth the second. "I shouted when saw here eyes where still finding places to search. " Calm down drama queen, I was only thinking I forgot my expensive earrings Noah but me a month ago. " She lied , crossing her arms together. Did she just dare call me a drama queen when she was the one who dramatically barged into my room like a police squad.

“Intrusion? Really? You’ve been ignoring me for weeks, Noah. Weeks. You haven’t returned my calls, you’ve ignored my messages, and now you’ve stopped taking my parents’ calls too. What is going on?” I sighed, closing the folder in front of me and setting it aside. “I’ve already explained this to you, Dara. There’s no need for this conversation.” “Oh, there’s every need,” she said, her voice rising. “You can’t just dismiss me like this. Do you have any idea what people are saying? I’ve told everyone—my friends, my family—that I’m going to be queen. I even bought my wedding dress, Noah. Thousands of dollars. Do you know how humiliating this is for me?”

“No one. It's just a spam message.” Nora raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying a single word. “Uh-huh. And I'm the Queen of England.” she says sarcastically. “A spam message that makes you press your thighs together? Sure.” I throw a pillow at her. “Shut up and focus on helping me with these dresses. This is about me surviving dinner with the DeWitt, not my nonexistent love life.”

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

“Wake up Quinn, this isn’t some fairy tale.” “Who said anything about being in a fairytale?” She retorted and raised her hand, folding her fist into a ball and threatening to hit him. Darius simply laughed it off and began to walk off. “Who knows, maybe you’ll meet your Mrs. Right, there.” “You’ve watched way too many Korean dramas, Quinn.” He called out as he ascended the stairs. “Don’t be delusional and go to sleep.”

I shook my head. "Just the dread that I might one day succeed in killing my mother," I joked and looked over my shoulder at the woman. There was a frown on her face as her eyes dug into my own. "Come on! It is a little bit funny! The killer Queen's daughter kills her own mother, very poetic." I joked again and Miranda tsked in response. This wasn't a laughing matter to her, nor should it be to me, either. "When you need something, just let me know. I will try and brew another sleeping potion for you. Your mom says you have trouble sleeping as of late."

“Am I not attractive enough? Do you think I'm so embarrassing?” Bruce scoffed coldly. "You've been with me since college, Jo, and all you've done is help my parents. You're not capable of doing anything else meaningful. I'm cautioning you to avoid me and Ms. Dahlia Swan. I'll divorce you if I can get married to her. I can't get professional assistance from you, but Ms. Swan is an exception. In Lux, the Swan are the new elite. They are far superior to you,”