Diana Daniels Face の小説・ストーリー

Now she watched him standing near the tablet while his mother’s initials hovered in the room like a question no one dared ask too loudly. He did not look broken. That almost made it worse. Broken would have been easier to understand. Daniel did not break. He contained. He absorbed. He placed pain in a locked compartment and kept speaking in complete sentences. Leah suddenly hated that he had learned how. Elaine adjusted the scan again, then stopped. “This image is too degraded to confirm the speaker’s face.” Daniel’s voice was flat. “But the caption says D.C.” “Yes.” “Could be Diana.” “Yes.”

"Emily, please, I need to talk to you." I turned to see Daniela standing at the edge of the media crowd, looking nothing like the polished woman who'd once treated me like a servant in my own home. Her arm was still in a cast from the accident, her face thin and drawn. She wore a simple black dress that hung too loosely on her frame, and her eyes held the hollow look of someone who'd lost everything. "Daniela," I said, loud enough for the nearby reporters to hear. "What are you doing here?"

There were going to be more interesting events happening next! "How dare you try to act so bossy in front of Carmen? Who do you think you are? Let me tell you this, I am back. You will have no place in Daniel's live or not even in this city anymore!" It was a pity that Diana did not see the expressions on Hilda's face she had been anticipating. There was no sign of fear, horror, or helplessness on the girl's face, and she was completely expressionless. Hilda finally replied in a calm manner. "Oh, is that so?"

He might stop treating me like a porcelain doll. “Did Silas see you get healed in the water?” “No, I don,t think so. He had his back turned from me.” “Good, let’s keep it that way. Besides, we still don’t know if you or the water did it. It might be best to just let this matter rest for now.” Diana slowly got out of bed, her feet shuffled toward the basin with water to wash her face. Meanwhile, I unzipped my bag and rummaged through it to find a clean pair of brown pants and a white shirt.

Description Diana is a seventeen year old introverted high schooler in Fort Fairfield, Aroostook county. She live with her mother, Juliet and her little brother, Cole. The story begins with a set of unusual activities after Diana’s birthday leading to the discovery of her magical powers. She is the last white flasher and the only person who can fight against the evil that is eating up the very fabric of the world of magic.

Her left hand was leaning on the door frame, her right hand was on her hip, her eyebrow was raised high, and she had that annoying smirk plastered on her lips. “You insolent bitch!” Diana yelled while walking towards Nancy, “I thought you were arrested! Aren't you afraid that I will kill you? Why the hell are you here now?! Then Diana turned sharply and looked at me in astonishment. Our faces went pale as we both realized what it meant to have her here...

Daniel accuses her. Diana then begins to weep as she struggles to stand on her feet. She knows it is wrong for her to have hit Danielle on the floor, but it is also wrong for her father to treat her in such a manner. She groans when she sees the blood on her hand and looks up at her father. Just then Gloria walks into the room, her eyes looking fierce as ever, her face squeezed into a ball that has been pressed to burst. Diana opens her mouth to say something but closes it when she sees the threatening stare her mother gives her. She chokes on her tears as she swerves around and runs to her room. Why have her parents acted so brutally toward her?

Diana DEEP IN HER thoughts, Diana did not realise that Sia had finished, and was now standing in front of her. "By the gods!" Diana exclaimed in astonishment as she took in the sight of her now imprinted friend. Unrecognisable words were tattooed all over the visible parts of her body except her face. "Does it look that bad?" Sia asked shyly. Diana quickly shook her head. "Of course, not! You look fierce, powerful and just as beautiful as you have always been."

I stressed again and he smirked nodding, I entered the building and looked around, damn this was a really big place. Glass everywhere, some floors were glass on the higher levels and I could feel my anxiety kick in, I'm not a fan of heights. I walked towards the receptionist and waited for her to finish talking over the phone. "Good morning and welcome to Daniels Co. May I help you?" she said all professionally with a smile on her face. She had green eyes that gave you the wish effect, her brown hair tied in a tight bun and her lips painted in red, she was beautiful.

The king complimented. He looked at her face and shook his head. The Diana whose beauty was second to none, and also praised for her goddess like face was no longer there. Her face didn't look like her, just her skills. "You shouldn't have been caught by the Death lord you know. Your face has been ruined and to be honest, I'm disgusted looking at it," He king blurted out. Diana frowned, she didn't want to be remembered by how her face was easily ruined by the Death lord and how she looked like presently. It hurt her and whenever she thought of it, she remembered Ella and her hate for her drives her insane as she didn't want her to exist anymore.