Daring Diane Novels & Stories

“ I will get straight to business. I know Roman's clone. I know his ways and some secrets of Madam Sullivan. So, I want to make you a deal. I get rid of the clone myself and in return, you let me have Roman.” It was about time I answered her with a scoff. “ Have Roman? Like an object you can own? Aren't you shameless, dear sister. You would want to sleep and be with a man who might never love you…” “ That's a lie. He loved me. And he still does.” I don't know if it's something within those lines or the way she said it that sparks mischief. That hurry. The desperation. A sharp rasp that cut in at once. Diane has been more desperate than anyone I ever came across. But she's also a smart woman

Morgan asked, eyeing us with open amusement. “No,” Damian replied immediately. “Yes,” Diane said at the same time, stepping closer and scanning me from head to toe. Her eyes widened when she saw the mark. “Well, that explains the limp in your walk this morning.” My face burned in embarrassment. “It is not that obvious,” I said. “It is to anyone who knows what they’re looking for,” Diane said cheerfully. “I cannot wait to see you complete the Luna ritual.” “I have to win over the Ironfang first,” I said.

He spoke out loud, and she was ashamed, lowering her head. I don’t know what gave Diane the courage. Maybe she had figured it all out and knew five days was enough to get ready. Diane was the last person who would allow Zena to kill her in front of everyone. She definitely knew she would win the fight, and now that the baby was killed, that rage would really spark the monster in her. It hurts that she had to go through all this pain, but I knew it was the process she needed to become that great woman she was born to be. I believe her.

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

A one-night self-reward to help her erase whatever stupid feelings she thought she had for a mafia boss who didn’t know how to spell softness. Dante reached the last step. He was in a dark shirt and black pants, simple, nothing too official, but somehow the man still looked like danger dressed itself. He stopped when he noticed her staring. His eyes dragged down her body like he was checking what he touched last night. Then he cleared his throat. A slow, wicked smile pulled at his lips. “You want another round before work?” Iris blinked fast. Her throat went dry. She forced a laugh. It came out dry like sand.

She placed a finger on her lips, warning her off with her bulging eyes. “Okay fine,” she returned to whispering. “I'll–” A bird chirped loudly behind them, as if intruding on their private conversation. Their breaths in sync caught, as they paused and waited. When nothing else happened, and they didn't hear any other sounds, Serena went on. “Tell me what is going to happen today, mum.” “The person who tried to poison the Greene girl will be found, and punished.” Serena, befuddled, shook her head from side to side. “But that's you.”

Chapter 75 en Nightmare After they finished enjoying lunch together, Mrs Anna, Jessica, and Cassandra got back in the car. Ronald, as a driver, ran a four-wheeled vehicle at medium speed towards the boutique. Jessica began to choose one of the peach-colored dresses. “You first try, Jess!" Cassandra said. There were two other dresses in navy and maroon in her hand. "Yes," Jessica said, stepping into the dressing room. While Mrs. Anna and Cassandra waited, they were looking at other dresses that might be suitable for Jessica.

For robbing him of what he thought was his salvation. I kept looking over my shoulder just to be sure I wasn't being followed by one of Darren's men or by the man himself. My eyes flickered in between trees in alarm as I kept pushing myself forward, my breathing coming out in short pants. I was anxious but no one could blame me. Darren was a crazy man. If he could murder his mother in cold blood and kidnap a newborn with the intent of killing him, I couldn't put anything past him anymore. He could kill me without blinking for trying to escape.

I'm regretting why I came to the party in the first place, sometimes revenge doesn't turn out well as you've expected. After listening to all the stupid and crazy rules laid down by Brandon, we all sat in a big circle. A beer bottle was in the middle of us and Brandon was the one twirling the bottle for us. We are expected to have 3 Truths and a Dare for each participant. Kai and Athena were the first to hit on their Dare part, and all along I've caught Kayden staring at me acutely. “I dare you nibble Alicia's neck for 2 minutes and make her moan,” Athena said, and I nearly puked while everyone cheered loudly.