Diana Mackey Novels & Stories

Zee smiled revealing those white braced teeth, “You flatter me, my lady. If you keep getting your expectations high, I fear the day I disappoint you.” “Then never... disappoint me”, She muttered. “It's about time. Do everything as planned and no mistakes. Be careful and... watchful.” Zee nodded again, “Sure” Zee has been Diana's PA as long as she's been the CEO of McCoy's Companies. A woman with a dark feminine aura, she oversees everything of The Lady's. And knows most of her world. Her and Amanda— her lawyer's wife, are the closest people she has and how close they are are the closest they would be. Almost like friends but Diana thinks otherwise...

' this thought gave Diana an ephemeral exhilaration as she rose from her seat to leave the room, completing what she had come here to do, and Monica sank into deep contemplation. Then, enthusiastically, a woman carrying a dress came into the room and said, "You guys do not believe who arrived!" She seemed eager to talk to someone about this, as though she had tried holding back such excitement for a while. “Who?!" Diana questioned. "The gorgeous William Mackenzie. Oh god, I don't want to faint. I have heard that he is the primary draw at this event, and many are mentioning that Mr. William seems to be fascinated by someone, and today he is here for the girl he has been seeing a few times. I

It was a woman wearing a sleeveless top tucked under a black pencil skirt. Maximillian raised an eyebrow. “Hi. Is Hestia here? I came to fetch her for our preparation for the Hearthwalk,” the woman said with a cheerful tone. However, she received an emotionless expression from the mafia boss. The hair at the back of her neck stood at their ends. Goosebumps covered her, but she still gathered her remaining strength and extended her hand. “I-I am Diana, one of the designers working with Hestia,” she added. Despite the composed look on her face, Maximillian noticed how her extended hand shook. Either way, he shook her hand.

“To change the Chamber’s ways.” Her voice was steady, certain and confident. Diana held her gaze for a long moment, then she nodded. “If you want information on the Chamber’s criteria,” she started, “Madam Sloan is the person you need to approach.” Mirena absorbed the name immediately, committing it to memory as she nodded. “I understand.” “I’ll send you everything I have on her,” Diana added. “And if you’d like, I can arrange a meeting.” Mirena’s lips twitched, then slowly curved into a fuller smile. “I’d love that. Thank you, Diana.”

Maeve let out. “What? Charlotte? Come on.” Camden let out in a puzzle, he knew one of the trio, Charlotte, had a crush on him and as beautiful as she was with glowing brown skin and her hair flying as she walked by, he doesn’t like her back. “Oh, please.” Valerie rolled her eyes as the trio walked in to get what they wanted. Getting what they’d planned on getting Maeve turned and accidentally spilled her Diet Coke on Diana, Diana is the most beautiful in the group and she was also a senior, won prom queen over four different times. Maeve gasped when she realized what had happened.

I said with a teasing smile. "All right, all right…" Diana said with her hands in the air as she was trying to feign her surrender and submission. She was quite a character and looked like she had so many acts hidden within her. "Look at me, I'm being advised by Tamika Martin, formerly known as Tamika Fisher. Ain't that amazing?" "You're a clown," I said as I wanted us to get to the part where we would begin making the dishes which we had been the main reason why Dolph had told me they were here in the first place. "A really good one. Have you ever considered comedy?"

Actually, Mike is the only person keeping me sane, in the sense that he gives me little information about Diana, like when she cut her hair a bit shorter and got it straightened, and he sneaked a picture in for me. Or when she looked absolutely stunning on make-up she put on for a colleagues house warming party. Which got me absolutely worked up, because I definitely believed it was a date, until Mike convinced me with pictures. Mike also keeps me going with encouragement of course, even though I keep lying to him that it's amazing over here. Sometimes I can't believe things feel like this, I probably should have made my research before coming here, but I was so engrossed in wanting to be pa

“Wear whatever you want.” “Helpful. Very helpful. Thank you.” “Diana will have opinions.” “Who’s Diana?” “You’ll know when you meet her.” ### Diana Fitch, the PR strategist of NeuroPont had an intensity about her as she came breezing into Royce's office the next day with a stylist behind her. She was short, and a little bit round and had a stern face. She shook Anne’s hand with the grip of someone taking possession “You have a wonderful face. We’ll work with that,” which Anne decided to receive as a compliment.

Kate took out a small red box and gave it to Abby. “What is it?” “Open it.” Kate smiled kindly. Abby opened it and found a cute little bracelet with a pig decoration. “A little pig!” “Mrs. Grace, how do you know Abby likes pigs?” Diana asked. “It’s a secret,” Kate replied with a wink. “Thank you, Mrs. Grace.” And then, Diana began to cry. She left two years ago because she couldn’t take the fact that Brian had forgotten her. But she felt sorry for Kate. She should have told her about the baby.

Alex might be her best friend but he was also Damien's friend and considering how far they'd come, it would be unseemingly that they would let themselves get separated by a maid--even if she was that maid. "Ariel , take this to the grand hall," the cook said, handing her a tray of robust, grilled chicken and sides. There was a pack meeting happening and she was to help serve as well. She hid her scowl as she grabbed the tray. She hated the grand hall whenever there were pack meetings. She was not sure for how much longer she could avoid stabbing the hands of Damien's important guests when they tried to treat her like a whore again. Or maybe even stab Damien himself. Or maybe... talk to him.