Diana: Her True Story Book Novels & Stories

Sunday morning, Diana kept rolling in her bed, making up for the rest she didn't get from the day before. She planned to procrastinate that day. She was reading the book Witches and Bandits all over again. It's the trilogy that she loves. The very one that is being made into a movie. She reread the second book as the second part of the movie will start showing in cinemas soon. She had music playing in her speaker that was connected to her phone until suddenly the music paused, replaced with her ringtone.

Truly,just like Stephanie had said,her life isn't the same after yesterday. Everything just seemed like she was in a deep mess. Even escaping into her sleep was not enough place to hide. She went back up to the room and her eyes landed on the novel. Once There Was A Man.. Diana smiled upon seeing it.She had fallen in love with this novel and had carried it all the way here. It was such a pity that she cannot seem to find the author or authoress of the book. It feels real. Like it really happened. Like what might probably happen to her or her child.

Unfortunately for us, Diana hadn’t taken the book seriously when she had acquired it first. Even though she was a young child, she hated lies disguised as truths in stories; she had thought the Quafar one, only to be told it was not. We were both discovering that most books in the library were true. Did most people in the community know that too? “We are being watched.” Diana stated next, coming to a halt. “I know, but I don’t think we should remain standing and looking around; it would tip them off. I think we should keep going.” I think we shouldn’t worry; it is a good watch. I added to myself.

Randolph said. They flashed their lights into the pen beside hers where two lions prowled. “Call in some more of the staff.” The flashlight’s beam poked into the darkness of her pen, angled toward Big Red. “What are you doing out here, big fellow? Little lady won’t let you snuggle yet?” “Hey, Randolph, what’s that?” The iron fence rattled as they leaned over it and poured their beams of light into the moat. Diana closed her eyes as the light touched her face. Her long red hair covered her naked body like Lady Godiva on her famous ride. She stopped breathing while her heart nearly leaped out of her chest to know they'd found her, and would take her someplace warm.

As a she-wolf with a soft heart, only her status as an Alpha’s daughter had saved her from ridicule and worse. “There’s something else,” Diana said, startling me. “Have either of you seen my diary? It’s a small purple book with a lock.” Lisa was shaking her head. “I haven’t.” Should I lie? I swear my falsehoods were becoming smoother the more practised I became. Instead, avoiding the question, I volunteered to help her look for it. “I may just take you up on that,” she replied. I couldn’t wait to ditch Lisa and see what transpired.

The full shape of it was assembling itself now, piece by piece, the way it always did — slowly and then all at once, the individual facts suddenly cohering into something that had a recognizable form. Diana had come back wanting to reclaim her place. She had chosen to begin with honesty, which must have cost her something — the disclosure, the admission, the offering of the full truth before she asked for anything. She had perhaps believed that coming forward with it herself, rather than allowing it to be discovered, would be received as the act of integrity it was. Instead Zayden had received it in anger and the anger had not stayed between them. He had humiliated her.

She asked, looking around the entire room. At that moment, she walked closer to a huge bookshelf. Dianna read every book’s title, trying to find any clue behind her abduction. She could tell it was an abduction since they only took her. She was about to pull one of the books when the door suddenly opened. As part of her plan, Dianna quickly went back to the bed and closed her eyes, faking it all. The man entered inside with a tray of food and water. Aside from it, he brought a towel and a bag full of dresses.

“We haven’t even had our honeymoon yet.” Diana gasped loudly. Her eyes became big and round. Her face turned very red. “Your Majesty… I… I’m still a virgin,” she said in a small voice. “I’m scared. Your cock is very big. I’m afraid it will tear me.” Her honest words touched something inside me. I walked closer to her and gently lifted her chin so she could look at me. “Are you really a virgin, Diana?” I asked. She nodded quickly. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

I wanted to ask why Daciana had let her leave, but I had already learned that demanding answers from wounded women makes kings sound like jailers. So I watched her quietly, waiting for the truth she chose to give rather than the one I wanted to force loose. “She came to bargain,” Daciana said, sliding the blade back beneath the fold of her servant dress. I stepped closer, stopping when her shoulders tightened, because even concern could become another hand if placed wrongly. “What did she offer?” I asked. “The first Blood Feather book and the secret to breaking the birth ritual, but only if I promise her child survives.” The answer should have filled me with suspicion, and it did, but it als

Mr Xavier Herd really had her doing things she never thought she would do. Diana removed her pillowcase and tossed it to the ground. She would have to wash her pussy juice off it later. She decided to have a bath to clean herself up. She soaked herself in her bathtub filled with cold water and thought about her next plan. Now that she was working to pay his money back, she could deposit the rest of the money she had for her mother's surgery. She had not heard a word from the doctor's since yesterday because her phone was at home and she had been kidnapped - or rather, taken- by the brothers on her way back home.