Book By Diana Novels & Stories

For a girl whose name I didn't know. One who looked like she'd rather gut me with a spoon than smile in my direction. The same one who'd run me over without ever speaking a word. "Skin" by Rihanna filtered through the club, and I knew it was her final number before I even saw her. The other girls picked clichŽ shit. Diamond was the only dancer in Swank who chose songs that suited her stage presence, and each one ate at me a little more than the last. This girl would devour my soul before it was over, but I couldn't wait for her to feast. It would likely be aggressive and filled with trouble, yet I couldn't wait to get buried in her mess.

"My darling, all I want is to be your moon and show you all the little stars of my heart" ~ Alexandra Vasiliu (Author of BLOOMING) "Daisy" I turn around hearing Salvatore's familiar voice, he makes his way to the balcony, my back is leaning against the railing as I patiently wait for him to come. He parts away the sheer curtains, the crease on his forehead instantly relaxes after seeing me.

Daniel finished, pulling out his phone, and started dialing when Barbara said, "Oh, no need to disturb Mr. Thornton with something as small as this. I can handle it. So are you vouching for her?" "Yes, I am." She then went on to ask Daniel a series of questions while I checked out the books they had close to the desk on a rack that spun. I saw a book that reads Protective Custody: The Demon King. Interesting, another fantasy-type story. I picked it up and went back to Daniel's side. They were just finishing up, and Barbara returned Daniel's form of ID. "I would like this to be my first book." I said, looking expectantly at Barbara."

Sat down at the table with the easy familiarity of someone who had been coming to this kitchen for years rather than two days. Diana looked at her. Then at me. Then at Adrian. “Now,” she said, “we can open things.” The presents were modest in the way that presents between people who did not yet know each other’s tastes fully tended to be chosen with thought rather than certainty, which gave them a particular quality. Diana had given me a book a biography of a Nigerian activist I had mentioned once in passing during her New York visit, which she had remembered and tracked down in a London bookshop. She had given Amara a set of prints from a West African artist whose work was currently showing

She picked up the books and inspected it. "You will read them Rose enough of your thriller and horror genres..." Damian ordered her. She looked at the books with wide eyes when she realised all of them were erotica and bdsm books... Damian chuckled at her reaction. "If you are like this after just looking at it then how will you react when we will try this..." He smirked evilly making her heart thump rapidly. Damian slid down beside her resting his head on his arm while she was leaning against the bedpost trying to read the books.

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

King Charles said and the Cole guy cleared his throat before facing me. “Hi Mr. Leonard, I would like to ask you some questions,” he asked, and I nodded my head giving him the go-ahead. “Has Diana ever offended someone as in having any enemy?” “No, Diana doesn’t have any enemies, she has just entered the modeling world.” I snapped at him, which wasn’t right, but I was tired, and I needed to see Diana. “I'm sorry if my question offends you, but I am just doing my job to know where to start.” he apologized, and I nodded.

I wrote in my book, my frustration evident in my handwriting. Dylan frowned, clearly taken aback by my response. "Who do you think it is, then?" he asked cautiously. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before writing in my book, "It's Danciana." Dylan's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Danciana? But she looks innocent. It can't be her," he protested, his tone reflecting a rare moment of rational thinking.

“Hurting yourself, Samantha, every time we open some random, sh*tty doors is not a good idea.” “Yeah, but we have no choice,” I answered him as I browsed the books and hoped I could find anything that was useful here after all the struggles we went through just to get to this place. “There should be something in here that will give us answers!” I blurted, starting to feel frustrated. I looked around and then I saw Diana standing in front of a book and staring at it. It had a golden cover with red markings on it, and I immediately jumped to get it from the shelf, hoping it was what I was looking for.

I would do anything and everything to make sure she never regrets letting me stay here. Peter led me to another hut, just between the clinic and center hut where we had just eaten and talked. It was smaller and rounder than the rest, but still big in a way. Stepping into it, I saw Diana on her bed, reading a book, a book that looked quite advanced for her age. What’s with this girl doing things that were more advanced than her age? When she saw me, she screamed a ‘yes’ before jumping down from the bed in a jiffy and running in my direction.