Diana Bunny Novels & Stories

A tantrum... A tantrum saved the life of the last heir of Whitespire princess Daciana. It was indeed indecorous yet it kept Daciana alive. Everything changed that dreadful night where the royal family was to attend that year's annual ball. Daciana loathed royal balls and didn't fail to hide her resentment, she spoke about it all day and her mother had just enough of her banter sending her to her room as punishment but that was all Daciana wanted to be home alone and read the books she sneaked from the library,

Britney said sincerely. Indeed, Britney's beauty is mostly inherited by Diana. In her forties, Diana wore an exquisite and luxurious floral-patterned cheongsam with a high collar and double lapels. Her hair was styled in a simple bun, adorned with exquisite accessories. One side of her forehead had a wavy shape. The cheongsam, when worn by her, had an indescribable charm, and Diana, with her ethereal temperament, exuded elegance and gentleness in every move.

To the right, the informal consultation room we usually used for mothers of the bride who cried about napkin colors. Dianna was already on the stairs, her copper hair pulled into a low ponytail, iPad in hand, her face looking like she had slept for thirty minutes and woken up to attend a mafia trial. She looked me up and down. “Oh my God,” she said. “What?” “You look—” She moved her hand in the air, searching for a word that wouldn’t make her sound like a fangirl in crisis. “Expensive. Calm. Dangerous.” “Don’t make me like you before eight.”

Within half an hour there was a knock on Leonard's door and both understood who had arrived. "Come in." Leonard's husky voice reached outside and the door was opened the moment. A blonde lady entered inside who was in her mid-thirties. She was wearing a black dress that looked more like a long gown. There was a silent smile on her face and her long hair was cascading down her waist. The woman was standing at the threshold of the door with a smirk plastered on her face. "Leonard Knight..... The great Alpha King......" Samantha bowed her head dramatically bowed her head to show respect.

Alyne smiled happily, without putting her handbag back, she walked out and waited for Aslan in front of his apartment. *** Alyne smiled while looking at Aslan's face. He was grumbling because the supermarket queue is very, very long. Unknowingly someone took their picture secretly, and chuckling softly. "You die!"

The one that spoke pointed at Damian who sported a wide smile on his face. “What’s the firing range?” I asked. “What do you use?” “We use paintball guns but you have to rescue a flag and return it to base.” Damian smiled at me. “Are you seriously entertaining this?” Waylon asked me in the mind-link. “Got a better way for me to prove myself to them?” “What’s it going to be…Luna?” “Which one are you?” I asked. “I’m Scott.” “No fighting.” Waylon spoke. I frowned but he didn’t want anything to happen to the baby.

a round blonde lady with red rimmed glasses on says as she walks into what I’m just now noticing is the privet cabin on a jet. “Impressive” I groan as I allow the Asian drink of water to lay me down. “If I’d’a know this was what nurses looked like I would have gotten shot sooner” the guy full out laughs with a shake of his head. “Behave Demi” comes a familiar voice I’d secretly been missing. “YS Jailbird, meet the lady boss, Dona meet one of your hackers” I pout in disappointment but quickly forget it when Vics standing close enough I can reach towards him.

She looks around in appreciation, I cleaned the area so we can have some nice grass around us even though it's as good as dead. "Sì" I pull our the food from the basket, Daisy gasps when she sees the box of dark chocolate brownies. I didn't know she would get so happy about them. She practically snatches it from my hands, I don't say anything, and continue setting the other dishes on the mat. She starts ravaging the sweet treats. Someone has a sweet tooth. I freeze when I hear her moan at the first bite, she does a little happy dance. I'm unable to control myself. She looks so breathtaking.