Diana: Her True Story Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

He took his job as a curator seriously, which was something to be admired and hated at the same time. “In that case, please allow us to serve you tea and something to eat while I go through the contents of this box.” Xander eyed me, and I took that as my cue to leave and find Diana. I smiled politely at Denis and exited the room, following the corridor to the kitchen. As I entered, I noticed Diana sitting at the table with a book on magic open in front of her. When I approached her, I playfully slapped her arm to get her attention. “You stole from the rebellion library?”

If her guess was right, Alice, who was of fae blood, would be the only person who could open the book. Diana was on her way to Devon's chamber, when she heard a familiar voice say the word "Mate!" She quickly rushed to where her voice was coming from and Saw Lilac holding Johnathan arm in a firm grip. Lilac's eyes were completely red. Johnathan looked as shocked as Diana was. The book almost dropped from Diana's hands. "Mate! What do you mean mate!" Came Diana's loud voice, which gained Johnathan and Lilac's attention. "Ahhh!" Lilac clenched her head with her free hand. She reluctantly left Johnathan's arm and stormed out of the hallway. Passing by Diana who was in a shocked state.

“It won’t matter in the long run. I know another spell, one that can circumvent your little charm. I didn’t work with your mother because I made the mistake of trying to get her to perform it against her will. I won't make that mistake again.” Diana shook her head. “Do you really think that I would ever willingly perform such a spell?” She spat the words at him with such power. I could feel myself getting aroused despite my current position. “You will perform the spell with me, or you will watch Elijah die slowly and painfully.” “You can’t do that.” Diana screamed, not even trying to hide the anger she was feeling. Her eyes had changed colour and her claws were starting to lengthen. She was

Diana The highlight of school for me had been when my cousin broke up with the dork she began dating against aunt Lucia's advice. The thing was, after my aunt's husband left her four years ago, Flavia changed from the slightly spoiled child she was to a rebellious teenager whose sole intention was to frustrate my aunt. I knew aunt Lucia would be ecstatic because she never liked Vance for her daughter, so I was excited to give her the news because I knew Flavia wouldn't bother doing it, leaving her to assume she was still dating him.

A look of defiance flashed in Anastasia’s maniacal gaze—she was unwilling to accept defeat. Not now, not ever. Too bad, Anastasia’s fate had long been sealed the moment Diana died in that dungeon with her unborn child. With a calm smile, Diana faced Anastasia. “Let me show you the true power of the Moon’s Tears.” In Diana’s past life, while she was imprisoned in that dungeon, she remembered Anastasia’s gloating smile when the latter showed her the Moon’s Tears she was wearing. Anastasia was too happy that she had told Diana the true power of the Moon’s Tears.

"I will not allow that naughty girl to marry my Kuya Jacob! It is time to bring out my little vault!" Diana walked towards her cabinet. She opened it and looked for a small vault that she had hidden there, seven years ago. "Those who should be angry should be angry, but I can't bear being with someone demonized by one Ivana Del Mundo!" Diana said. She pulled out the small vault from the cabinet and opened it using her mother's birthday combination.

{Years ago} “Diana, listen to me,” my dad said, lying on the ground with his legs deeply injured. I shook my head in denial, realizing he was slipping away. The fear that death might take him, just as it had taken my mom, clenched my heart like a vise. “No, Dad,” I cried, leaning close to him, gripping his hand tightly. “Please, don’t leave me.” “Momma, no! I’ll hate myself if you leave me!” Layla, my stepsister cried, her slender figure trembling as she stood next to her mother. Her mother was limping, panting furiously, her injured leg barely supporting her weight.

Observing the young boy sitting there so earnestly, completely absorbed in a book, Diana was surprised by his dedication to studying. Who would've thought... Her gaze fell upon the pages of the book in the young boy's hands, causing her expression to momentarily freeze. [He reached out, gripping her chin, and sneered, "Woman, you've managed to catch my attention! These little tricks, trying to play hard to get..."] Seeing the words on the page, Diana's face twitched involuntarily. What on earth?! "What are you reading?" Diana stood behind him, her face devoid of emotion as she spoke up.

They brought Diana out of the dungeon and took her to the Elder throne, "I don't have much time to wait, start speaking" Diana cleared her throat and started speaking,."firstly, I want to beg of you all, not to take things into your hands, if the name I am about to say sounds familiar, please remember that she is heavily pregnant. "Speak woman", Elder Joe whispered. "My master is Helen", Diana said. "What!" They all screamed. "This can't be true, she is only trying to leverage on your wife innocence", one of them said. Diana laughed, "I have evidence to show that Helen is my master". "Show us your evidence", Elder Joe said. "It's in my phone, get me my phone", Diana said with a smirk

And let's be honest, everytime that Ryan has asked Diana whether there was anything she wants to tell him, don't you think that he was laying good grounds for Diana to tell him about what happened and he would have taken it much better unlike the way he'll take it when he finds out about it himself? And let me put it to perspective to you as a reader, you've probably related some stuff in this book with either your life of the life of someone you know. And I'm sure that you can see why Ryan kept on asking Diana if there was anything she would like to tell her. Despite knowing the whole truth about Justina's involvement and about Diana's bet to Mitchell, Ryan kept on trying to make her feel c