Daring Diane Novels & Stories

And yes, as I snap at her, she knows that today is going to be one of those, so she only but looks at me and shoves the paper underneath my nose, “Come, we have to get this. Come, Lexi, get up.” I throw my hands in the air and try to politely wave her off to leave my room, yet she does not listen, “Come on, Lexi, we are not going to get another chance like this.” I grunt at her as I grab the paper from her hand; she has circled an advertisement in thick red pen under classifieds. “Dancers Wanted.” Well, it does not say what type, but it is at the most popular Club in New York City. As we always say, you got to start from the bottom and work yourself up. And this, this will give us that exper

“Someone who visited your mother the day before she died.” Lena’s pulse thundered. “Who, Dylan!?” Dylan looked at Alexander. Then at her. And said one word: “Victoria.” Lena’s breath collapsed. Mrs. Ward gasped. Alexander’s eyes went wide with horror. But before anyone could react— Dylan jumped backward, smashing through the window glass into the night. “NO!” Alexander roared, sprinting to the shattered frame— But Dylan vanished into the darkness below. Lena staggered, barely staying upright.

I wanted to push her against the wall and bury my face between her thighs until she screamed. Goddamn, this girl is dangerous. I knew her type. Beatrice was like that. The kind of women that slowly pulled you in until you lost sight of anything else. I called them the sirens. And I wasn’t wrong, if anything, her eyes showed it. “For God’s sake, woman,” I said with a low chuckle, trying to hide how hard I was getting. “Stop biting your lip like that and say something.” “I—I got lost.” I raised an eyebrow, still holding her close. “Indeed.”

I hissed as I heard her receding footsteps fade until she was out. She might have a recorder and be sent here by the Luna to get evidence to use, which would put me in trouble. Gosh! And I was thinking about trusting her. With a loud hiss, I huddled right there in silence as I awaited my cruel fate, but just then, a few minutes after she left, the passway door to the dungeon creaked open, and I was faced with something that made my breath catch in my throat as my heart seared apart, shudders of horror running down my spine as I let out a blood-curdling scream, trembling so hard, praying it would all turn into an illusion.

She is not getting sacked. ​"Now get back to work before miss Rose looks for you." The maid hurries out of the house to the garden. ​Louis Hapkins is fixated on the rolling hills and vegetations outside the window. Lush trees covers the landscape with a flourish of warm colors. Daisy yellow, purple petals and apple red swirl together as the wind ruffles the leaves. He has been living in Japan for the past ten years and now he's on a train to Beverly Hills, California. Louis has an intimidating height, with dark curly black hair and intense black eyes with a work-out body. Not only is he now a partner of Viva Foods company but he is rich and hot and still only thirty-two.

He asked politely, when she didn't speak a word, he could understand her reason for being frightened. Katherine couldn't say no, she dared not, she knew it would be an awkward dance, and she could see a lot of people staring at her. She drew a sharp breath and only nodded, as Swift took her hand and put his hand around her waist and the music swelled. They began dancing, Katherine calculating each step she made in order not to mess the dance up, one mistake and she probably could be shot dead by the guards staring at her.

He stated he liked being alone, but the loneliness was getting to him. What if my vehicle breaks down? But I had a fully charged cell phone in my purse, and the car wouldn't break down. The Miata was brand new and sporty, perfect for my new image. Like new clothing, new hair, new makeup, laser eye correction, new boobs—okay, Sebastian paid me well, very well, but I couldn't afford new boobs. Nonetheless, I had purchased a Wonderbra, which provided me with fantastic boo-bies. Deborah was a whole different person! I am.

She looked at him and whispered, “I’m ready.” He studied her for a moment. “You sure you won’t regret it?” "No. I want this." She replied, with certainty. Then, she leaned down and gave Julius a quick peck on the cheek "If I pull this off, the coming nights will be wild..." "I'm counting on that." Julius grinned. The next night, Diane wore dark clothes and moved fast but carefully. She kept her head down, avoiding streetlights and staying in the shadows. She knew the route—Julius had described it clearly and she was smart enough to grab it faster.

We walked some miles away from the village to get to the secluded forest, as we went Laura never left my hands even for a moment. Diane sat, wrapped in tattered clothes, eyes shut in the sand. She moved with her hands, effortlessly. Her presence was elusive and I wasn't sure it was her I saw. She moved her lips so fast that I couldn't understand what she was saying or trying to say. Suddenly, she stopped. “Come my children. Sit.” She requested, pointing at us even with her eyes shut. “How can she see us? Her eyes are closed.” Thorne must have wondered out loud. I gave them an assuring nod as I sat in front of Diane, taking her position.

The crew was still. Elena unclipped her microphone, her expression unreadable for a second. "You’re good, Diane. Or you’re the most honest person I’ve ever interviewed. I’m not sure which is more dangerous." Diane stood up, her legs feeling like they were made of lead. She walked off the set and straight into the shadows where Damien was waiting. He didn't say anything at first. He just tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was warm. "The tide is turning," he said softly. "By morning, Marcus will be the villain of this story. And you... you’ll be the woman who survived him."