Ultimate Note Drama Novels & Stories

I suspect because it was my first efforts at writing. For those who may not have had a chance to read the series, here is the list of stories associated with this series in order: Alpha Kate Beta to Luna Alpha Siblings Her Ultimate Salvation I hope you are enjoying Her Ultimate Salvation so far. There will be lots of twists and turns. It is always a process with my stories and I hope you will stick with the story to the end. Like many authors, I believe in happy ever afters, but getting there takes time, some hurts, and character growth :)

My eyes met with my favorite pistol; the one I always take when I'm out doing my work. But where is it coming from? I never brought it. There was a note under it so I took it and read what was written. It says, *This is you. And you'll soon be back to being you. Hope you didn't forget* Okay, so this is it. Yolando is really here. He's probably watching me now, planning ways to torture me. The thought sent chills all over me and I began to sweat unusually. My heart was beating to the extent I felt I might explode.

I picked up the yellow sticky note with Jade's handwriting she left on the fridge. We went out for a run, Be back soon. - jessy. I read the note and tossed it into the trash can. I made a cup of coffee and then sat on the kitchen counter sipping it gently. Oh! I still had to call Eros mother. I picked up my phone and dialed her number. She picked up on the first ring, "hello, Janet?" she said. "Hi ma'am." I greeted her as I took another sip from my cup.

“Show me.” Inside the envelope was a silver USB and a note. You want to know why? Play the game. But be ready to bleed. No signature. But the seal? A small embossed emblem, a cracked crown. Jerry picked up the USB with gloved fingers. “Let’s crack it.” ~~*~~ The footage played on a private system. It was a video. Aria, sitting in her old office. Crying. A hidden camera had caught her breakdown the day Daniel’s betrayal became public.

she asked shakily “Is he still alive?” Alejandros voice rung out and dread rose from deep within her; what would they do to him? Torture him? She didn’t want to see any of that! “You see Roseline we’ve saved the last for best” Alejandro said “Let me make the speech” The girl said walking to Alejandro “Over to you Dora” Jordan said, and everyone laughed; her hair was in a bob, she was wearing an orange khakhi short and a purple bra, she rolled her eyes and continued

Me; bye goodluck as i end my call rita says shes 10mins out . so i run over quickly telling everyone hurry so we can go !!

Standing beneath the northern lights, I read that message three times. Then, I replied with a single word, "Okay." The last of the floating comments drifted past. "And that's a wrap! Bring out the poppers!" "Watching the second male lead rise up was so satisfying." "No, we should call Allen the male lead now." "Allen finally smiled." "Cora? Who's that? He only knows Faye." "The northern lights symbolize eternal love. This time, Allen has met the right person." "Thank you, author! What a great story!"

It was a list of how he wanted to make me hate him. The words were scribbled, and some were already muddied from water… No, tears. His tears. "Throw the album away (Completed)." "Destroy her manuscript (Completed)." "Cheat on her (In progress)." The last line made my pupils narrow. My phone buzzed at the same time. "I only have four days left. She brought up divorce yesterday, but the progress bar showed that she didn't hate my guts. I'm going for the final step. I found an actor who'd work with me. I'm bringing her home this afternoon."

Deep stuff, right? My phone chimed with a message, interrupting my thoughts. I struggled to get up, stumbling towards the couch and grabbing my phone. I squinted my eyes at my screen, staring at the message. It was from Dante. Dante: Rosa mentioned you did well today. Me: Who the heck is Rosa? An imaginary fairy godmother? Dante: Huh? Are you okay? Me: Am I okay? Our house plant is totally judging us for singing Frank Ocean while lying on the floor.

he says, “I’ll handle this.” “What?” I ask, non-comprehending. But then my slow brain catches on. My eyes move to the TV, where Luka Modric is streaking down the field with the ball at his feet with a couple of Barcelona players hot in chase. Shit. Umh… Do you know what else is a powerful motivator? My initial plan to get my food and be gone is no longer viable. I tuck myself into a corner of the couch and fix my eyes on the TV.