Novel & Cerita The Best Of Me Dramione

“There was no way I was leaving you alone in that state.” Pat lowered his eyes toward the soup. “And honestly…” Tee sighed lightly. “I didn’t trust you to be alone last night.” That made Pat’s chest tighten slightly. He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he quietly stirred the soup with his spoon before muttering softly, “Sorry for stressing you out.” Tee scoffed. “You’re my best friend, idiot. That’s literally part of the job.” A faint smile finally touched Pat’s lips. After they finished eating, Tee gathered the empty bowls and placed them into the sink before casually leaning against the kitchen counter.

Men, when you think you’ve seen everything possible, I mean with my case Ronan stealing my whole engagement idea, I didn’t think there was anything worse than that. Yes sure, the man probably didn’t know that I knew both ladies, but then at that dinner when Sienna introduced us, he was so calm, nervous, he was like the very best man any woman could ever have. He was the dream man. Only, little did I know he was a nightmare instead. “What’s that look?” Mia asked and I acted dumb.

I fell for his stupid charm again. "Chancé." I feel a shake and turn to Cortney. "What are you thinking about?" "Uh?" "The class is over. It's time for drama class. We have interaction, remember?" I gasp. "You forgot?" "I forgot." I nod slowly. "How could I have forgotten?" I mean, I know how, but... how? I sigh. "Let's go." "Are you not excited? You're Gwen. You should be excited. So many people wanted that role." She lowers her voice. "And you know who is still angry about it."

She tore her gaze from the screen, but when the weight of her past with Dylan came crashing down on her, the tears she was holding back spilled in heavy, uncontrollable rivulets. "Bastard." She muttered in a cracked voice. "May you rot in hell." That was supposed to be her. She was supposed to be the girl in the picture. She had served Dylan with her life, given all she had to him. "Bastard." Tossing her phone aside, she sank to the floor, sobs tearing out of her. She had been so absorbed in her grief that she didn't notice the door opening until she sensed a strong presence. She shot her eyes up to glimpse him. Standing upright behind her, his eyes flashing with confusion.

The man really didn't care about her feelings. “Huh, you call it good for me? You call that good?” Luna laughed sarcastically. “Why don't you just tell your beloved daughter, Megan, to marry him?” Luna asked. Harry's expression changed instantly. “Don't argue with me, Luna!” he snapped. “Don't ever tell Megan to marry him. She has the right to marry the man she loves!” Harry was emotional. His tone grew louder, without thinking about one thing—that Luna was also his daughter.

"Who I am?" "The future Mrs. Richmond." I squeezed her hands gently. "The woman who will one day be the most powerful socialite in Chicago. I know I've been distant, Brenda. And I'm sorry. But I want to change that. Starting tonight." She stared at me, searching my face for any sign of deception. I held her gaze, letting her see what she wanted to see—remorse, affection, a desire to make things right. Whatever she found must have satisfied her, because she smiled—a genuine smile that softened her features.

Fatima said as she roll her eyes at her "with all that has happened, is this what you've got to say? All you cared for is your money and nothing else!" "Dan Allah keep quiet! Shegiya kawai!" • After Rasheed has been tested,the doctor asked them to come back the following day for his result and here they are, waiting patiently for the doctor to give them the worst news "Sorry for keeping you all waiting " the doctor said as he took his seat with the file on his hand "I'm sorry to say this but....." "You don't need to say sorry doctor,we knows the truth already. We only wanted to confirm it, that's all" his Mom said glaring at her son.

I had forgotten. I released his thumb with a pop. “No… just the good-looking ones who are assholes and think I look like a good girl.” He laughed and suddenly I felt it, the worst kind of migraine, my eyes becoming droopy, my legs giving in and the last thing I felt before something or someone caught me was pure humiliation. DAMON’S POV

Let me guess, My Best Friend's Boyfriend? -Diddy.

Diana returnedvthe smile. "I didn't know I was going to see you again. Most especially, I never expect to see you as my younger brother's girlfriend. " Damon told her and all she could do was just to breath down. "I know right. How have you been?" "Good... You look amazing, so there's no need asking you how you're doing. " Diana smiled. There was silence between them both ad it seems they both ran out of words. Diana's mind ran back to all her days with Damon, not only was he her first love.. he was her best friend too.