Diana Daniels Face Novels & Stories

Sandra said to the waiter. The waiter went to Diana and whispered something in her ear and she marched ferociously to Beauty. She tries raising her hands to her face but Beauty held it midair. " I don't give a fuck who you are and I will never let you touch my face with your stinking hand. " Beauty said in anger. " I need to teach you a lesson. Let go of my hand. I want this spot. The only reasonable thing for you to do is to get out. " Diana yelled.

But to Kayla, it looked like the face of death was staring at her. "W-What do you want...?" This time, Kayla finally felt fear. Diana didn't reply right away. Instead, she removed the gauze from Kayla's face, then went to the bathroom and returned with a basin of water to stand in front of the latter. "Diana!" Kayla shouted, unable to sit still anymore. "What are you planning to do?!" "Nothing much," Diana said calmly. "Just letting you have a taste of what it feels like to be washed down by rainwater."

Besides being hungry, she also wanted to appreciate the treat given to her. While eating, Diana sometimes looked at Darren. She stole a glance, she was curious about where he had been all this time that it had taken so many years for them to meet again. Unfortunately for Diana, she was caught. "Is there something wrong with my face?" She shook her head quickly. She also didn't know why she was standing up. "Are you going to the restroom?" She nodded again, at a loss for an excuse. So she hurriedly went to the restroom even though she didn't know what she was going to do there.

“Who are you to stand there and tell me to beg for forgiveness?” “You…” Diana raised a finger at me, her face turning red with anger, but her mother quickly grabbed her arm and gave her a warning look, silently telling her to calm down. Diana took a deep breath. Then she lowered her hand and turned toward the crowd. “Everyone,” she said loudly, making sure every camera could hear her, “everything those people said is true.” My stomach tightened. “What?”

Gaston POV: It’s been five minutes since I sent the text to Diana, and the wait feels longer than it should. I can’t shake the image of her face from earlier,the way her shoulders sagged, the way disappointment sat heavy in her eyes when the deal collapsed. She tried to hide it, but I saw it anyway. She cared. Anyone with half a heart would have noticed the tears she fought back, the way she blamed herself for something that was never her fault. I’m staring at my phone when the door bursts open.

Clem didn’t like feeling small so he stood up, but didn’t match the height of the man. “Yeah, who you? Don’t look like a reporter.” Clem asked. “No, my name’s Dylan. I’m just looking for information on my girlfriend Leah.” Clem turned to Jordan who instantly jumped up. “Well, I’m glad my friend has good taste. Haven’t you watched the news?” Dylan scratched the back of his head. “I can’t believe it. I was hoping there were some developments.” Jordan shook her head. “It feels like they’re hitting a brick wall all over again.”

“WHAT THE HELL?!” I stood tall in front of her, staring at her without a shred of fear. “If you think I’m going to stay quiet after seeing everything you’ve done to Gianna, you’re wrong.” Diana wiped her face with trembling hands, her eyes filled with rage. I didn’t back down. Instead, I looked her straight in the eye and said, “What the hell can you do to me? Mess with the Blackwoods, if you’re messing with me.”

Besides, Rosalia won’t agree to be with me; she'd rather be six feet under than touch me with a totem pole. Still burning under my misery I didn’t hear the sound of the door and raising my eyes to the door a young blonde, brown eyed looking clean petite young woman stood at the door her hands fidgeting on her dress. “Who are you?” I asked worriedly, sensing her troubles. “Forgive me Beta. I am called D-Diana and I wish you grant your servant audience.” Her voice stir like a feather-like brush on the skin and I don’t know why I find myself intrigued by this young lady. She seemed young but not too young. I wanted to hear her speak more and if she wanted my help let her go ahead.

I blinked, quickly swiping the screen to check the caller ID. Diana. Of course. Only she had the guts to call me at work. I cleared my throat and answered, forcing brightness and cheerfulness into my voice. “Hey, what’s up?” “Lillian, have you seen it?” Diana asked without a greeting, her voice thick with urgency and barely-contained drama. God, she was such a gossip. “Check Daniel’s I*******m. Like, right now.” My stomach tightened. I hesitated. “Why?” “Just look, babe.”

As far as she was concerned, nothing could top what he had already done to her. "I feel like I am the only one making an effort in this conversation, you have been quiet for a while now," Nicholas said as he walked to where she was tied. Diana had a faraway look in her eyes, she longed for Matteo. She felt Nicholas's hand grab her jaw and pulled her face toward his. "Answer me when I talk to you," Nicholas said with gritted teeth. Diana, without much thought to the next action, opened her mouth and spit in his face. It was like she had not been swallowing for a while because it was much.