Romans & histoires Wanna Be Drama

“I don’t like gossip. That’s all.” “Gossip doesn’t bother me,” he said, leaning back on his elbows. “But I guess you’re still afraid of what people think about you.” I glanced at him. “It’s not about fear. I just don’t want unnecessary drama.” He smirked. “You think you can avoid drama while living under my roof?” I didn’t answer. Instead, I focused on finishing the pile of clothes, trying to ignore the heat crawling up my neck from his words—and his stare.

"I'm a goody two shoes and I'm a prude and I like to do my homework and I absolutely definitely don't know how to be friends with all around bad boys and ..." "Well, if you don't know how to be friends with a wanton because you're a good girl—" He lays emphasis on wanton, a word I'd used randomly many days ago in his room and I visibly swallow "—then there's only one solution. Welcome to the wanton train, good girl. Hope you enjoy the ride." This is what I get for not keeping my mouth shut.

"I want to go to bed." "Don't you want to have a movie marathon with me?" With his question, her eyes opened on their own and she looks at him with pleading eyes. "Can we watch some sad movies?" "What? Why?" His forehead knotted. She twisted her lips. "Well, I'm in the mood to cry for a movie tonight." CARSON KEEP GLANCING his stepsister that's banging her head to the rhythm of the music. She looks so peaceful and calm. Her smiles were so genuine and damn charismatic.

“You don’t know what it is, do you?” “I—no? Is that a kind of spell?” Cheyenne recoiled like she’d just been slapped. “Oh my goddess. You poor sheltered cinnamon roll.” “I am not a—what did you call me?” “First of all, rude. Second of all, sit down and prepare your soul. Because I am about to educate you in the fine cinematic masterpieces that are Tangled, Moana, and Mulan.” “Why do they all sound like weird warrior names?”

It was a long day and everyone aware of the issue, especially those that were connected in one way or another other had a difficult time relaxing. The Jacksons, especially Veronica were restless while Henry was worried about his ill father, Maureen, Claudia and the employees in WL were all restless. Veronica sat thinking deeply while drinking alcohol while Henry sat by his father looking at him with worry on his face. Also, Maureen couldn't rest as her worries about Charles were endless. She was scared of the condition he would be in and how devastated he would be about everything.

I just put on light makeup and then left the room. I just sat in the living room while waiting for Jhazzy to arrive. I turned on the TV first to watch a K-drama. Soon there was a doorbell on the door so I got up to open it. Jhazzy smiled at me. "Your house is too big, you came from a rich family plus the fact that your husband is also a billionaire.” She commented. "Same as you, you are also a rich woman and I bet your husband is too. Come in." I said to her,

She replied. "Where do you work?" Nathan asked. "I don't really work I mostly stay at home. But I wanna start helping out at an animal shelter and a children's home." "That's really cool. Maybe when I'm free we can go together," Sabrina gushed. I like her already she has an energetic personality. Nathan seems cool to talk to. He's chill. "Are you married Nathan?" I questioned and he blushed. "No, he can't seem to get over his ex-girlfriend, Rebecca," Sabrina rolled her eyes.

Believe it or not, he might stay with me for the following five days and won't mindlink you once if I want. She ended the video call before I could say a word. Ten minutes later, Lucian mindlinked to me, "My Luna, I have pack matters to deal with and it takes five days. Our Beta will be there for you, so feel free to call him if you need help. Take good care of yourself and our pup." I froze for a moment and suddenly smiled, and then tears fell down my face. For the next five days, there was no one mindlinks from him. The damned thing was that Elise called me from time to time.

Surprisingly, she persisted and came to X Entertainment instead. “Ask the bodyguards to shoo her away,” Xyla ordered. She did not want to see that ill-mannered and unruly woman. “Okay… “By the way, a director contacted me a few days ago, saying that he has a marvelous boy love drama for Morty Wayna and Jay Corben. The drama is called ‘Inferior’. It’s about the love story between a stage-play actor and a gangster. “I think Morty and Jay should give it a try,” Georgie Clementine continued, “This drama is from Goose Factory. They’re planning to film it this year and air it next summer. I believe that this drama will become a big hit and further enhance their popularity.”

"So what? You don't even have the gene. You think love makes you enough? With your background? You're not fit to be his wife. You'll get him killed." Dario jumped in front of her like he was protecting some helpless baby deer, eyes full of fire. "Vanessa Venier, that whole gene thing? Total scam. You bought it from some rando scammers! I'd never marry someone that toxic." Serena clung to him, all shaky and fake-innocent. "Vanessa, you said you were letting us be together. Why are you blowing things up now?" The crowd started murmuring, their looks slicing right through me.