Novels by Karaliene Dronning

Keith and Bru chose a barn marriage, far from the cold of their home country.Priscilla and Gerrard helped prepare most of everything, and were currently receiving guests at the entrance. Gerrardand Keith's mother didn't show up, not even after being informed of the life-changing decision her eldest son had made.The sons had been expecting this, but Bru and Priscilla hadn't.They still felt let down by Ms. Southerford.Bru's parents, on the other hand, were all about the place, her father taking care that all guests hada drink in their hands, while her mother wasprobably helping her deal with wedding day jitters. What could be said? The girl had already ordered two boxes of pizza in the last two hours alone."I'm worried about Keith," Gerrard muttered from beside Priscilla, shaking an old man's hand before gesturing towards the other guests.Priscilla gave him a look, observing him growing more fidgety

I'm listening to Bru speak on the phone, but it's hard to actually believe what's coming out of her mouth. Gerrard? In my apartment?Why?...How?"...come as soon as you can, Priscilla," she sighs at the end. "We miss you."My heart melts. "I miss you, too... I'll try and come as soon as possible, Bru. I'll call you when I get there."She pretty much squeals on the other end."You have no idea how eagerly we're waiting to see you again! See you soon!"It's hard not to hear the smile in her voice."See you soon, Bru," I grin, before hanging up.So Gerrard's been-"-Your boyfriend's been camping at your house?"The sudden voice by the door to my room startles me, to the point where I almost fall from the edge of the bed where I'm sitting. Whipping towards the source of the sound, I see Victoria looking at me all innocently from the little gap between the door and the wall."The fuck, Vira?" I scowl, pl

It's been one week since I packed up all my stuff and shifted base closer to the office.Since I shifted to Priscilla's apartment.It's not what I'm used to, but at the same time, it is.It's what I'm craving.The apartment barely fits me. And living here is probably the only time I've found myself wishing that I wasn't so huge. The washroom is so tiny that I can't move my arms much when I'm taking a dunk without knocking some random shampoo bottle off a shelf, or without hitting my elbow in that way that makes my entire nervous system freeze for a second.But this apartment is also the only thing close to making me feel nearer to Priscilla. Although she isn't here anymore, her memory is. I have her memorized in every part of the house from those few days we spent together here, and it's all I have left of her living, physical memory.Every time I enterher room, the bed shows us cuddling under the covers, wat

Victoria--is obsessed with Gerrard?My boyfriend?... Ex-boyfriend?I don't even know at this point."So?" Vira grins, spinning a slowly circle about herself as she gestures to the posters all over the walls. "What do you think?"I don't have the heart (or guts) to tell her thetruth. What's worse, just the sight of her... attraction(?) towards him has me feeling nauseous all of a sudden, but let me make it very clear--that it has absolutely nothing to do with the raucous amount of food I almost chugged down my throat not even half an hour ago.Naturally, the smile that I give her in response looks more like a constipated grimace. "It's... something else," I laugh nervously as I back out of the room. She turns to look at me in concern, but before any of the questions hit me, I wave my hand vaguely. "I'll just... I'm really tired, Victoria. I should go sleep now."That's all I leave it at.* ^ * ^ *

To say that I feel absolutely hollow inside would be a serious, serious understatement.I feel as if the world's closing in on me, and the corridor on Cilla's floor seems like it's choking me for coming here, punishing me for intruding on her space.She left.She left me.It doesn't take long for the hollowness in my chest to source itself to anger. Burning, vengeful, disastrous anger.Bounding over tothe elevator, I waste no time to dial Keith. When the lift dings open on the ground floor, he picks up. "Hey, Ger-""-I'll be at the office in 5, Keith. Is the meeting ready?""Yeah, b-"I don't wait to hear the rest, going straight for my car in the open parking.*****"Gentlemen, I've called for this extraordinary meeting today," I say to the meeting room at large, my file of evidences at the ready,"for an extremely pressing issue that I feel needs immediate attention. I deem

When the plane lands, I switch my phone off of airplane mode.Like I'd thought, I have a lot of texts from my Mom, asking me how the flight was and if it's landed, and telling me that the driver's waiting outside the airport with my car, ready to take me home.But as I get off the aircraft and make my way into the airport, I notice I have a lot of missed calls from... Bru.My heart skips for no reason.She must've gone to my apartment. Must've seen I'm not there.But then my heart skips again.Did she tell Gerrard I'm not there? ...Or maybe:Did Gerrard ask her to go and check my apartment? To call me?But as I head to baggage claim, I dismiss the thought from my mind, because there really is no use building up hope. Again. And that, too, for a man like him.I've learnedmy lesson now.My suitcases are thankfully some of the first to arrive on the belt, and I swiftly pull them off