Diana Daniels Face Novels & Stories

He had an amusing smile on his devilishly good-looking face as he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows trying to understand why I am acting weird. I panicked when his eyes went to his bag. Oh no. why didn’t I close it properly? “Danika, give me the note. That’s evidence, you can’t play around with it.” He ordered me and I felt like a little girl who was being yelled at by her teacher. “I don’t hav- I mean what are you talking about? What note? Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go back to work.” I tell him snarly as I flip my hair and walked out confidently even though my heart was racing.

She asks. I shake my head, yanking my shirt down. “Maybe he would have hated the council more if he did?” “No. He’s too oblivious. He took my clothes off dozens of times but he never saw the scars.” “How is that possible?” “Daniel was all instinct and passion. He never actually saw me,” I murmur. Diana offers me a sad smile before kissing me on the cheek and hugging me tightly. I bury my face in her shoulder, curling my fingers into the fabric of her shirt.

David snaps. “She isn't!” Diana snaps back at him, her head finally snapping up. “She risked her life to save her friend from those monsters in the cave and I don't work for the Bratva anymore!” She growls. My breath hitches for a minute as I stare at her in awe. “And why should we believe you?” Ryan asks. Diana turns in his direction, her chest rising and falling in anger. “As I said before, I made a deal with Miss Ana, and I don't intend to break it,” she says.

"If I really hit Ana, do you think she could stand here talking now?" Diana said. The people in the room were all stunned. Looking at Diana's slender figure and beautiful face, their expressions were as if they had seen a ghost. At this moment, their focus wasn't on whether Diana had hit Ana. But... Could John handle this force? Ana's face also changed. She touched her face, still feeling the lingering fear from provoking Diana earlier. If Diana had really laid hands on her...

He snarled at him. “I’m so sorry. I do not know what got over me.” He said as he knelt down and started rubbing his palms, with pleading eyes. “You have just shamed me, Dan. How dare you! Come to think of it, I was defending you with my all!” Diana shouted at him. Then Diana stood in Brandon’s way. “I know you are upset, but it wouldn’t be wise to kill him.” Diana said, with a pleading expression. Then she turned to Dan. “Run and never show your face! I am done with you, as well!” She shouted to him.

“Someone is doing this.” The words hung between them, heavy and certain. Diana exhaled slowly, her expression shifting from frustration to something more focused. “The question is… who?”

Daniel looked at the woman’s cold demeanor and hate-filled eyes, his chest now writhing in pain. “Yes, I’m going back on my word. What are you going to do about that?” “How could you be so shameless?!” Heather yelled. “I wouldn’t mind being a little more shameless if it means getting you back by my side. All of my shamelessness and courtesy only exist because of you.” Daniel had said that in such a serious manner that she would actually believe him had she not suffered from pain and agony by his hands.

She finally calmed down after a while and slowly untangled herself from his embrace. "I'm sorry I stained your shirt" she apologized in a hoarse voice. "It is alright". "Excuse me" Diane said, escaping to the bathroom. Her eyes had become swollen, her nose and face was also red. Her hair was also messy because she hasn't brushed it today. She really hates crying. Washing her face did little help. Will she have to walk around him with this ugly face?. No, that would be too embarrassing. "You are beautiful" Diane heard a voice behind her and was surprised she had not heard him walk in.

Can't wait to hear that from you. Diana said, "No, your laugh will turn to tears instead," and she attacked Erin first, but Erin dove in front of her and kicked her in the face. instead of the stomach Diana fell to the ground, but she didn't stay there for more than a split second before getting back up.

There were even a few who started filming but were careful to hide the others' faces. Diana cocked her head to the side and smirked. "Let go of me." Instead of letting go, Clara held more tightly causing Diana to wince. Diana's hand started to become pale. Her nail beds were pale as well. "Then why are you cutting in line?!" "I'm not!" She said defiantly. "Yes, you are!" "I am not!"