Diana Daniels Face Novels & Stories

“Some will think you as a threat, some will think you as his weakness. The challenge you’ll face is not his status, but those people that wanted to destroy both of you.” Elena’s eyes slightly widened when she realized Daniel was telling her who exactly wanted to see her walk away from Zachary’s life. But before she could say anything a loud annoying voice called her from afar. “Elena, darling! Here you are!” Both Daniel and Elena turned their head to that voice. From the building direction, Diana Dawson who already took off her mask waving her hand excitedly. One hand holding a glass of wine, the other was cigarette. Oh, Elena debated in her mind, which one she hated the most. The smoke, or

Too new. Eva attacked me at the front doors like a hurricane in sequins. She came early to school today. “Holy hell, Diana, what happened to your face?!” she squealed, grabbing my face and turning it from side to side. “WHAT did you do?! Plastic surgery? Skin peel? Did a beauty witch kiss you in your dreams? You look like an I*******m filter threw up on you… in a good way!” I fake-laughed. “I… took a shower?”

He then teased her, saying, Hey, why not dress sexily? I have a ton of cash to give you.” The man instructed Daniele, who was temporarily grabbing her smartphone, to stealthily take a picture with it's camera without the weird pair seeing. Daniele rushed up to David, who was surfing on one computer. Her faces come abruptly on the television David is seeing. "What's the problem? Honey, my face pops up on the screen," Danielle says to David. "Aha. That is because I was watching you as you were heading to our cabin and I spotted you approaching the coupling mating in public," David adds chuckling..

I wasn’t the woman who once begged Trent to stop shouting, standing there in his kitchen with shaking hands and no voice. So I tilted my head a little and stared right at Daniel. I told him he was wasting his time if he thought I’d beg for Diana’s life. Diana’s whole body jerked. Her eyes widened so much that the mascara tears almost reached her hairline. Daniel’s smile went stiff for the first time. The little twitch in his jaw made me feel something dark that almost felt like victory.

I could not even bring myself to do it. Diana leaned closer, her lips grazing my jaw. For a brief second, I saw Kyra's face instead. That stubborn scowl, the way she would squint when something annoys her and the usual frown that made her face look darker than usual. All those facial expressions are not feminine, but they kept appearing in my mind. I blink, and Diana was before me again. Then, my expression darkened when I felt her hand move towards my member through the fabric of my pants.

Her face looks unique in a way that little makeup tweaks could transform her into a badass lady or a soft angel. “Alright, break time,” a crew said. The rest put down their equipment and stretched their backs, one went out of the room, and with the door open, they could hear the fuss outside, while the others went busy to prepare for the next session. Diana walked to her dressing table as another staff handed her phone. At the same second, it dinged with a notification. She opened it to see a photo of a van at a gasoline station with Deuss on the driver’s seat, Erric behind him, a woman behind Erric, and Kent on the last row.

Though angular, his face was beautifully carved as if Dylan Cain was favored by the Moon Goddess when she created him. Gone was the brave Diana Ritchell in front of a starved alpha. In a flushed face and trembling voice, she voiced out her eagerness to leave. "W-We have a war to win, babe. Let us go and meet the others. Sto-Stop whatever you are planning." Dylan grabbed Diana's chin, tilting her face to meet his gaze. "Say it. My name. Say it."

My heart thumped against my chest as I walked past many unfamiliar faces in the room. They all had wide smiles on their faces. Can't they see something's wrong? Even though I can't move or talk, can't they notice it from the expression on my face?? Well, I guess it's just non of their business. Being here is a privilege itself so they wouldn't do anything to ruin their chance of witnessing this moment. Diana had a triumphant sneer on her face when our eyes met. It seemed like she was saying; "What are you going to do now?" She was mocking me!!

Helen shifted to block her path. “Why do you have dirt on your face?” Diana blinked. “What?” Helen stepped closer. “There.” She raised her hand and brushed her thumb lightly along Diana’s cheek. Dark residue smeared across her skin. Diana flinched as if burned. Helen held her thumb up in front of her face. “Explain.” Diana stared at the mark like it offended her. “Oh my God, it’s dust,” she scoffed. “Are you really interrogating me over dust?”