Wanna Be Drama Novels & Stories

“James wants to take you out on a date. Come to Starfish Restaurant now.” Zia did not respond. She felt a little happy hearing that James wanted to take her on a date, but she didn't believe it because Bella said it. She thought Bella might be trying to prank her in revenge for what Zia said last night. “I'm busy,” Zia said softly. There was no denying that Zia wanted to go on a date with James. “Are you busy or don't you believe me?” Bella seemed to be able to read Zia's mind.

She said keeping her friend in suspense. “Whatever you say, drama queen," Becca said dropping the call. She wanted juicy bits from Soraya to feed her girlfriends with but her approach didn't work. “The bitch didn't tell me nothing, she says to wait until the show," Becca added sipping her iced tea. “I'll bet she's sleeping with him, who wouldn't sleep with a dude that hot?" One of her groupies said. “She may be, she might not. Let's just wait for the stupid show." Becca said.

Lisa had called the second I sat down, dropping that bombshell. “I believe you,” my Beta said, lowering his voice. “You heading out tonight?” I didn’t need to ask what he meant by the strip club. “Yeah. Hoping I can distract myself, maybe forget all this crap for a while. Been feeling… empty.” “What’s the talent like over there?” he asked, signaling for another round. “Same as most places. You’d be surprised. Some of the women in this city could make a saint sin. Real temptresses and most of them just my type.”

Dane looks scared… not mad, not disinterested… but afraid. “List them… tell me straight. I can take it. At least then, I’ll have a real reason to let this go…. Every reason that you would never look at me that way. Not bullshit about our parents… but me, the person. Me that’s known you since we were toddlers. Me, the girl…. tell me why I am a no for you. Don’t hold back and tell me exactly what makes me the last person you would ever want to be with!”

That was the main reason she accepted this role. She believed the payment from the movie would be enough to cover the surgery. Cecelia positioned her seat properly, removing a chair to make space for her wheelchair. The workshop began shortly after. A senior producer stepped onto the stage. “This workshop is to help everyone understand the soul of this movie,” he said firmly. “This is not just a drama. It is a story of pain, growth, betrayal, and return.” The room went quiet. Elowen leaned forward slightly, listening closely.

"Why should I not be? It is obviously not my career that is going up in flames. Though I will advice that you should focus less on fashion and more on your upcoming marriage. Pierre Delacroix is quite the catch, even in his current state." “Do not play innocent Cyra!” I screamed at her in frustration. She sighed and took a step back. “I have better things to do than sabotage your career Kate.” The door opened and my father came into the room. "Kate, it is time to walk you down the isle," he said. "Come out, and you too Crya," he said before he turned and went out. Cyra smirked. “Come now, you do not want to keep Captain Hook waiting.”

I shrug my shoulders in response, "and you're sure he doesn't want anything else from you... I mean, you even told me he set up a workshop for you. That's huge!" "What' you mean? He's using me, so it's only right that he repays me..." Susan snorts at my statement. "Girl, trust me, I'll kill to be in your shoes. You enjoy so much just by pretending to be his wife... If I were you, I'd be planning on being his wife for real! Till death do us part!" We both burst into laughter.

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

"There's a press conference this afternoon. You're showing up. Tell them Alice is your real sister. If you don't, I swear—I'll never touch you again." He stepped out. The door slammed shut behind him. Lucia couldn't hold it in anymore. The tears came. 'Never again? Jared... there's no 'again' left for us.' She pulled out her phone and typed: [Mr. Wade, please head to the press conference and publicly announce my divorce from Jared Dawson.] Sent the message to her attorney. Then she looked at the chauffeur. "To the airport." *** An hour later, Lucia stepped onto the private jet Francesca had ready.

And someone had taken her past—the girl who’d once designed out of grief—and was now trying to sell her like a myth. Her phone buzzed. Marco. She answered. “Update?” she asked. “They just sent a request for confirmation,” Marco said. “Your marketing team wants to schedule a teaser campaign. Full push. They think VantaBloom’s been greenlit.” She exhaled. “Approve it.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. Let them walk into the fire.” She hung up. And whispered to the window, her reflection looking back at her like a stranger: “You want to impersonate me? Then learn how to burn first.”