Book By Diana Novels & Stories

“So, how are you today?” Diana handed a novel from her bag. “My order just arrived last night.” Diana showed Adrian the book with a white cover. “I read it until the morning and I'm happy.” Adrian glanced at the novel Diana was showing him and smiled. “Another romance novel?” “Yup. The story of a helpless woman who fights a powerful man and is then united by love.” Diana's eyes lit up, making Adrian chuckle amused. “You girls,” mumbled Adrian still laughing. “Isn't there anything that women think about besides the romance of love?”

I repeatedly made sure that everything was in perfect order because I didn't want anything to happen to Diana. Just like now. “I don't feel like eating anything right now.” Diana didn't even look up from the book she was reading. She answered me without taking her eyes off the page, which only made my worry grow. “If you don't eat at least a little, you could get sick, Diana.” I pushed the plate I was holding toward her once again. Diana let out a sigh and finally lifted her gaze from the book in her hands. Now, I thought she was finally going to take the plate from my hands and eat.

Diana had to flee the city following the orders of her father and that was how she ended up in Ohio, living alone and having the same nightmares at least once every week. She hadn’t gotten over Carl, his face, scent, everything was still very fresh in her mind. Men had been approaching her, but she ignored every single one of them. Diana was battling pain deep inside her but she tried much harder to keep it off her face. In Ohio, she had been searching for a job for the past four months and she had just gotten one yesterday at the most popular club and bar in Ohio. The pay was pleasing and Diana thought it would distract her from thinking too much. Even as a graduate of economics, Diana wasn

BRYAN Pressed against me, Diana smells like vanilla, her hair smells like fresh apples, just like my mum's hair used to smell, and they instantly remind me of everything my mother was. Then the urge to have her builds in me, but I don't know if it's something that she'd want. She seems so focused on the show, while I'm so focused on her, on her body, her hair, her laugh, how she smells and how she talks, how I want to have her, how I NEED to have her.

Book name is: Every Thing I Ever Want Author: Diana Wolfe Link: https://www.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000110445/Romance/Everything-I-Ever-Want Another book is "Lilibeth's Lover" that is yet to be signed so before I can do that is if yall check it out and bookmark it I swear it's good and im putting so much love in it and I hope yall will feel that too. you can only check it in desktop mode which sucks but give your girl some support will ya? 😭. Take care, stay safe and enjoy the series. Tq

"My name is Jennifer Elie. My sister, Linda Argwins, has been in a coma for six years following a deadly car crash in December 2014. A month ago, I went to her house back in the village to do some cleaning. And while I turned over her pile of clothes, I came across this secret journal that contains overwhelming information about her woes and sticky wicket, and which might be helpful in resuscitating her health." 💫🌟🌟🌟💫

His muscles displayed dangerously to the eyes that savored the sight without knowing. Diana was already in a short nightdress, her tiny hands resting as she lay on the bed going through a book. Her bare legs swung in the air, not caring what the sight was doing to the eyes of the beholder. He walked toward the edge of the bed, his fingers finding their way to her skin. She flinched at the unexpected touch, turning to see him staring with a mixture of hunger. "What?" she asked, sitting upright. Her legs folded to her chest as if avoiding his touch.

And now I'm very sure she’s the only one I want to eat as my morning food. The only food I need now is her. To eat her up. Damn it. “Alex, I want information about her,” I said as I went through my phone. Without wasting time, he brought out his laptop and started typing. Within a minute: “Name: Diana Anthony. Age: 31.” “What?” I snapped. “Thirty-one… how?” “That’s the age here.” “Okay, go on.” “Status: Single mom. She has a daughter, 10 years old, named Ayla.

I only achieved what I did because I was sleeping with some old man. "Dean, it seems those with filthy minds always find the world filthy." I left, completely uninterested in explaining myself to someone so brain-dead. I could hear something shattering against the ground in the ward behind me while Laura sobbed and embellished what happened. "Just look at her, Dean! She must be feeling guilty! She has been in Loasia for five years! Who knows how many men she has done it with? A woman like her does not deserve to be Mrs. Blake!"