Novels by Diana Smith

Being Louis’s girlfriend was unreal. It didn’t happen dramatically like in the movies, there was no kiss in the rain or a public declaration and dance number. He has just casually asked like he already knew the answer. And I had said yes. We started holding hands in school and sitting close enough that our knees brushed under the lunch table. We laughed over inside jokes. I should have been nervous, falling for a guy who hadn’t been here for more than two weeks but we saw each other everyday and that counted for something. Louis was intentional and made loving him very easy. Zelda loathed our relationship. And that honestly, made it even better. “Are you seriously dating Louis?” Zelda asked in the hallway one morning. “Jesus, Maya. He’s only been here like five minutes and you’re already acting like a love hungry dog in heat.” Her voice rang out louder with the last few words, students turned. I could feel the heat crawl up my neck from embarrassment but I didn’t flinch. “

She looked so guilty, it was beautiful to watch. I watched her from my room window, she didn’t shut the blinds. Maybe because she didn’t realize she was being watched. She moved around her room probably fussing about how she acted. A girl like her would want to make up for her actions. I was following her, I could have returned to the house whenever but I wanted it to be in that moment, to get her reaction. I was studying her, her weaknesses, her strengths, and everything about her. I was learning. And she wasn’t so hard to study. The werewolves I had brought to act as my parents were out, they were good at smiling in public and acting like my parents. This mission was mine and they were props. The job was simple; Find the lost daughter of Alpha Fred and Luna Celine. What an irony. My lips tugged into a playful smirk.A werewolf, leading an anti-werewolf youth club.Maya had no idea about her identity.But the moment I saw her, I knew who she was. Her scent hit me, and my w

There are some days that already feel like shit before they even start. This was one of those days. The air felt weird and the sky was bright and the sun burnt too hot. “Class,” Mr. Cartwright said, adjusting his glasses and waving towards the door. “We have a new student, Maya, would you please take him around on your way to the office and get him his class schedule?” Of course. Because why not add tour guide to my growing list of responsibilities in school? I stood up slowly as the door opened. A tall figure stepped inside, and just like that the entire classroom went silent. The boy didn’t look nervous as every new student would be. He looked like he was already bored. But not in a bad boy way… just in an ‘I guess I have to be here’ way. Like none of us mattered. But still, he had that aura like he knew he commanded the room and he wasn’t performing. No, he looked like he genuinely didn’t care if anyone liked him or not. His eyes were the thing that held me steady, the

My parents never talked about their son. But I knew him, not just his face from the photos hidden in the basement. I knew him from the heaviness in Dad’s voice when he said goodnight to me and hesitated at the door opposite mine, like he wished he could go in and say it to someone else. And how Mom always stood at the door of the room opposite mine longer than she needed to. I knew grief… grief was contagious. And I had caught it, not in the dramatic way people would imagine, not screaming or crying endlessly. No, this grief was quiet. It was everywhere in the house and it had settled into the walls and furniture and into my skin until I couldn’t tell which was mine and which was theirs. I didn’t replace him, I was only a placeholder for the love they lost, someone that held a piece of their love, a way to keep going. When people spoke about me being the face of the Anti-Werewolf Youth Club, when Zelda rolled her eyes as I spoke yearly at different anti-werewolf fairs. They did

My baby girl was perfect. She had her beautiful ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. My own little pup had a head full of red little curls, a sign of her connection to her family legacy. My little miracle. I took a sniff of her warm skin, a scent that would be imprinted in my soul forever. She hadn’t cried since I birthed her, she just opened her eyes and stared at me like she already knew I was her mother. “You’re here,” I whispered, as I pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. Fred didn’t even know he was crying. My Alpha, my mate, the strong and powerful man was reduced to trembling hands and teary smiles. He softly stroked our pup’s head like she was made of glass. “I never thought I’d love anyone more than I love you,” he said. “But she proved me wrong.” My heart ached with joy at the sight. Then the earth shook and the glass on the windows rattled. Dust fell from the ceiling and our baby flinched letting out a loud cry, her first real cry. I held her closer to my chest, m