Diana: Her True Story Book Novels & Stories

Or the hands-on type who gave VIP demonstrations on how to cha-cha with nothing but hip control? I plastered on an obviously fake grin, looking like the Grinch, and didn’t bother offering a handshake. “And, Doc, this is Diana… who works freelance, indeed. Been associated with plenty of companies, actually—Barclay’s, Pizza Hot, and, uh… Moscow,” he continued, deliberately name-dropping the places I’d found the men I dated. “She’s a friend of mine.” A friend?

Diana’s POV I was in the kitchen when it happened. Not hiding. Not running. Not looking over my shoulder. Just standing barefoot on cool marble tiles, trying to prepare something to eat. My cravings had returned with a vengeance. Despite the fact that Lucas had hired a full-time cook, two rotating medical staff, and turned half the house into what could pass for a private maternity ward, I was still here, sleeves rolled up, hair loosely tied back, focused on a pan heating slowly on the stove.

he said, standing up and offering her his hand. Diana took it, feeling a strange mix of comfort and uncertainty. She knew she had a big decision to make, and she wasn't sure if she was ready for it. Diana paced back and forth in the lavish villa, anxiously waiting for Raphael's return from his business trip abroad. It had been weeks since they had last seen each other, and she missed him terribly. The villa felt empty without his presence, and she longed for his comforting embrace. She had decided. "When he come back, I will tell him!" she said to herself.

“This story about Alexander Knight and a secret child, it is mind-blowing.” Ella's mind raced. Diana, we cannot spread this story. Diana's eyes narrowed. “And why is that?” Ella was hard-pressed to remain calm. I'm afraid that's not right Ethically, there must be so much that we do not know. Diana looked right at her for a second. “Fine,” she said mpatiently, “But I want you on this, Ella. Find the truth.” Ella agreed, she started feeling a sort of foreboding inside her gut.

She didn’t plan to go inside but suddenly found herself opening the door. She walked over to Brian's desk, covered in neatly arranged files. Touching the table where he always worked, Diana almost felt like he was there, watching her leave. Diana wandered over to Brian's bed and happened to notice a long hair, right in the middle of the sheets. She walked over and picked it up. It was so long that it couldn’t be Brian's; it must be Vera’s! Diana felt as if her heart was being crushed, and she found it hard to breathe. Throwing the hair back on the bed, she grabbed her suitcase and stormed out of the house.

I grabbed her arms, pinning her against the bookshelf. “Shut up! You know nothing,” I growled. “I want to know,” she grumbled through her clenched teeth. “I want to know everything about you, your past, your reasons. I deserve to know.” “Anything that’s worth knowing about me is all about you, Diana. I have seen you dance under the trees on the nights you wished to stay alone. I have seen you play hide and seek with the stars, adoring them as jewels in your eyes. Chaos, a walking storm in the mornings and a completely different person at night. I have seen the arrogant, rude, mannerless, and baffling princess Diana.”

" Sia asked, gesturing to the box in her hand. Diana revealed the books. "Of course, let's get on with it, I want to return to my friends and…" "And what?" Sia asked after Diana's sudden pause. "It's nothing. Come on, let's go to the open space in case putting the book back together would cause an explosion or something," Diana quickly said. "Okay…" Sia responded but Diana could see that she wanted to ask more questions. What was she even going to tell Sia? Was it that she longed to see the vampire King who used to be the enemy of her people?

He was trying to protect me when Darius made Killian and me an accomplice. "Diana is a trickster. She has lived with that woman and kidnapper since childhood; she will never be an honest girl like you think. One day you will regret not heeding my warning." "I understand her better than anyone. So that will never happen. I assure you of that." Steven spoke in a firm voice at Darius' judgments.

Just everyone who matters. Ethan painted a new portrait. "Year One." Diana healthy. Smiling. With her cottage in the background. "The first year of your second chance," he explains. Sienna made a scrapbook. Photos of the year. Diana with the children. Diana at the estate. Diana living. Each page decorated with drawings and stickers and love. "This is the best year of my life," Diana says. "Not the easiest. But the best. Because I'm here. Because I'm grandmother. Because I have family. Thank you for fighting for me. For not letting me give up."

“Diana... WHAT DID YOU MEAN she’s my real daughter?! I took a DNA test with Milo. It came out POSITIVE!” Diana’s laugh echoed strangely over the roaring surf, hollow, hysterical, almost gleeful in its madness. “POSITIVE?” she spat. “Of course it did! I forged it! I switched the samples! You idiot, don’t you get it?!” Julian’s blood ran cold. Leonard’s entire body went rigid. “Diana,” Julian whispered, “don’t do this. Tell me the truth. Tell me EVERYTHING.” “You want the truth?” Diana hissed, leaning forward dangerously as the boat dipped with the current. “Fine. I’ll give you the truth that DESTROYED MY LIFE!”