Davina Acid Attack Novels & Stories

Remember. I sat down heavily in my chair. The voice was gone but the word wasn’t. I looked at the wall separating my study from her room. She didn’t know what she’d done today. I was certain of that. The darkness that moved through her in that hallway, the invisible force that lifted those girls off the ground and started collapsing their windpipes…Davina had no idea it came from her. She’d looked terrified and angry and in pain from burns that never reached her skin. She’d looked like a girl watching a disaster she couldn’t explain, not the one causing it.

I asked, my voice laced with nerves as Eva opened the door and led me out of my room. "Of course," she reassured me, squeezing my hand gently. "You look like you were born into royalty, Davina. You look amazing, so don’t even think otherwise." I let out a frustrated sigh. It wasn’t my appearance I was worried about. I didn’t care how I looked—I was more concerned that someone might recognize me. It had been five years since my pack was destroyed by rogues, and everyone had assumed that I, Davina, daughter of Alpha Dalton, had died in that attack. The thought of running into someone who might know me, who might remember, terrified me.

Calla’s POV It's been long I saw these bitches. I got blocked everywhere and unfollowed after what I did to davina. And honestly, I wouldn't regret doing it again if I got the chance. "Well, well,” Davina’s voice slithered, syrupy with venom, “I guess motherhood really does dull a woman’s edge.” I smiled, slowly. She stood there with Kassandra flanking her like a walking Gucci ad for insecurity. Amelia had retreated to her side, pouting. Naughty little rascal.

So this door was already this magnificent, it’s a shame that I couldn’t come to the academy before. " Can’t you lay still? you are embarrassing us, so what caught your attention that you examine this door closely. " Davina Soraya. One of the few people that I was close to in my last life, but not that much. I am glad to see her doing well without any scars. I am so happy to see her healthy and fine. She was a sword warrior and one of the survivors in the mountain Raven expedition. Because of the many fights that she had, she was covered in scars and lost the use of her left eye. I must act like I don’t know her, now. Such a drag! I don’t want to, but I’ll befriend her again, this time I am n

Golden eyes meet mine from beneath the shadow of the cloak. My stomach drops. Davina. Her lips curl slowly. “Well,” she says softly. “This is inconvenient.” I stare at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Davina? You have been killing innocent people impersonating Medusa; why is that?” She laughs. “You figured it out faster than I expected.” “Davina,” I say flatly, “let the girl go.” The blade presses slightly against the girl’s throat. Davina tilts her head.

She saw a momentary opening—a tiny gap in his defense as he adjusted to his damaged thruster. With a surge of adrenaline, Davina delivered a series of rapid, Wisteria-style strikes—a blur of punches and kicks that targeted his joints and pressure points. Julian, for all his training, was unprepared for the raw, street-fighting ferocity of Davina. His combat uniform, designed to absorb impact, couldn’t fully negate the force of her blows.

she mocks and her sister Gloria joins her in laughing. "Take her to her quarters" I order the maids behind my mum. They move to help her off her feet but she protests. "Don't be such a brat Davinia! . I only want him to know what it takes to please a masochist like you!" she seethes, her face contours into something scary and awful. It hurts to watch her like this. One of her maid holds her by the arm only to get stabbed with her fork on the back of her hand.

I released Devika immediately, stepping back and trying to catch my breath. My hands were shaking now that the adrenaline was beginning to fade. What had I just done? I'd attacked another pack member in front of witnesses. Devika didn't hesitate. The moment she was free, she stumbled towards Damon with all the dramatic flair of a stage actress, tears streaming down her face. "Damon! Thank the goddess you're here!" She clutched at his arm, her voice breaking convincingly. "She attacked me! Your Luna just beat me and disgraced me in front of everyone! She called me horrible names and humiliated me for no reason!"

He smiled, I can’t do this, I just can’t shoot my father. “He killed Allen and Olivia’s child,” Davina yelled, bringing me out of the trance. I glanced at her and saw her face turning blue. “Shut up, You bitch,” he said while choking her and the look he had earlier returned to his face which brought me back to my senses. I quickly took the opportunity and pointed the gun at his thigh and shot, “Ah!” He screamed, He let go of his grip around her neck and she quickly rushed over to me while dragging April with her.

Davina said and he suddenly released his grip from her arm as the news broadcaster hovered around him with cameras recording. “Sir is it true that you molest and abused Angelina Jolie Jordan, the daughter of Paul Jordan?”. The lady holding a phone stretched it towards him, patiently waiting for his respond. Davina sneaky ran into her car and locked it. She brought out her phone and dialed Ethan’s number. “Hello?”. A feminine voice came in. “Angelina is that you?”. She asked when she had recognized her voice. “Yes why?” “Run Lina, run, leave that house immediately!”. Davina yelled in a horrific tone. “Please leave the house soon”. She said and immediately hang up. “Oh no Ethan”. She groan as