Claude And Diana Novels & Stories

Or the hands-on type who gave VIP demonstrations on how to cha-cha with nothing but hip control? I plastered on an obviously fake grin, looking like the Grinch, and didn’t bother offering a handshake. “And, Doc, this is Diana… who works freelance, indeed. Been associated with plenty of companies, actually—Barclay’s, Pizza Hot, and, uh… Moscow,” he continued, deliberately name-dropping the places I’d found the men I dated. “She’s a friend of mine.” A friend?

Claire asked Theo to come over when Jason had already left for work. Theo looked at her and smiled. “What’s up? You didn’t call me over because of Jason, did you?” Claire glanced around the room before she started to speak, but suddenly a woman appeared behind Theo. It was Diana—his girlfriend. She had long hair and fair skin, and her smile was sweet. “Hi Claire, I’m Diana. I’ve heard a lot about you from Theo. Nice to finally meet you.” It had been a long time since anyone spoke to Claire so kindly. She looked surprised but replied,

Diana was watching very well! Though Jonathan had gone to the theater with her, they hadn't been together and she'd barely seen him. Later, when they all went to Hammond's penthouse apartment, she saw him even less because he stayed with Gloria the whole time, he didn't seem to be resisting her charms. Diana should have been glad about that, because Clive was free and she really needed to talk to him. But even that didn't work. It was practically impossible to talk privately with someone in a meeting, even more so when that someone didn't want to hear about the conversation. Diana could see that Clive was purposely avoiding her.

But Ciara was too stubborn; she never listens to me, especially when she's certain that what she's about to do will do me more good than harm. "Diana, I honestly don't know why you don't want her talking. I can tell you are stepping on her toes just to prevent her from talking." "No I am not," I lied. He chuckled. "Come on, Diana, I am a doctor and I am familiar with body movements." "Louise, I am sure you know who Diana is married to," Ciara started.

BRYAN I wake up to a text from Kel reminding me of the family meeting, it's in a week's time and I MUST attend. This text most certainly might have ruined my day if I didn't just get a text from Diana. _‘Yay, It's Friday! I can't wait to see you this evening. Kisses’_ I never knew butterflies in the stomach were a thing till I met this Diana... I get them everytime I look at her, everytime I touch her, or feel her touch, I get them everytime something has to do with Diana. These damn feelings I'm yet to understand. Somebody help!

Rai brought his face closer, making Diana cornered and back away. "What are you doing?!" Diana asked angrily. "Whatever your answer I will do it." "Die," Diana replied coldly. "Oops, I have no brain, so I can't process your answer." Diana wanted to hit this vampire, but her hands were tightly held. "I thought of many possibilities about you not dying after I ate. But I'd prefer it if you answered straight away." "How would I know? I don't even know anything about vampires," Diana replied. Rai could see this woman's lie, "What are you hiding, huh? Are you a pet human from the Raltz Clan or the Waltz Clan?"

The room cleared faster than a Black Friday sale at Tiffany's Madame Laurent scooping up her scattered dignity, Claude practically tripping over himself to escape, the other assistants fleeing like rats from a sinking ship. Damien advanced, his polished Oxfords clicking against the marble like a countdown to detonation. "Enjoying yourself are you?" I perched on the edge of the Rolls-Royce platform, swinging my legs like a schoolgirl who'd just been caught smoking behind the bleachers. "Immensely darling." His hand shot out, gripping my chin with just enough pressure to remind me who I was dealing with. "Claude has a fiancée." I blinked up at him with exaggerated innocence. "And you have a co

Landing a job at one of the biggest companies in the Moonlight Pack was a big deal, an achievement worth celebrating after days of waiting and hoping for good news. I tucked a loose strand of raven-black hair behind my ear as we approached the car parked a few steps from the house. Layla’s mate, Mark, leaned casually against it, flashing his usual charming smile as we neared. “Hey, babe,” he greeted Layla softly. They both wrapped each other in hugs and kisses briefly. Mark’s gaze shifted to me and he smirked. “You look good, Diana.” “Thanks,” I replied with a polite smile that quickly faded when his attention turned back to Layla.

Could Julian have been right after all? Dylan sipped his tea, then met Claude’s gaze and asked, "Do you really think you’re no match for me?" Claude paused for a moment, then chuckled. "Well, in that case, I’ll have to find an opportunity to test that out." "Anytime," Dylan replied with a faint smile. The truth was that Dylan had always admired Claude. Despite his physical limitations, he was strong-willed and highly capable. Without much hesitation, Dylan revealed the truth. "Actually, I’m helping on behalf of someone else."

John sat on the couch, his handsome face exhibiting a calm demeanor, his gaze locked onto the delicate figure in the center of the room, his eyes unwavering. Hearing Claude's voice, Scarlett glanced over briefly. Claude lowered his voice. "Does Diana really know how to paint?" "She should." With that said, John turned his head back, his expression remaining tranquil. Claude thought to himself... What does "she should" mean?! Claude's heart sank a little. It seemed highly likely that this Diana was simply dabbling in the supernatural. At this moment, Diana's painting had begun to take shape. Among the guests watching, some began to catch on.