Diana Mackey Novels & Stories

Focus, Mikyla. “Anyway,” Ms. Dianna said, “I wanted you to meet our new CEO, Ms. Ferrer.” She turned toward Damien. I wanted to stop her, but I knew that would’ve been stupid. “This is Mr. Damien Grey. And I’m glad he’s here—because our company is considering a potential collaboration. And I think…” she smiled meaningfully at him, “our new CEO may have already found a candidate. Don’t you agree?” Ms. Dianna turned to Damien, her grin widening.

“Hey, I came to check up on you. Anyways, we will be leaving tomorrow morning for my pack.” “Okay, I'm thankful.” Diana replied, her face saddened. “Is anything the problem?” The man inquired. “No, nothing.” Diana responded, lowering her head. “Come to think of it, we haven't introduced ourselves properly. We don't even know each other's names.” The man said with a grin on his face. “Well, I'm Diana Cobb, like you already know. I was once a member of the Silver Moon pack. I lost my mate some years ago, and I have no children.” Diana blurted out with a heavy sigh.

For a moment, her heart had skipped a beat as she had thought that the person she had been thinking of had finally decided to call. But it was not that person. No. It was another contact that showed up just above the contact of that person: Kimberly Grace or as she had called her—Kim. The memory of her was still clear, as if it was yesterday when they'd met at a local town bar in Texas. Diana Roberts had just left Atlanta after getting out of the Darkforce and ended up in Texas, completely lost and alone when she had then stood up for a waitress and had beaten the shit out of some drunk men using her powers.

I turned surprise at Madison, who happened to be having a heated argument with Everleigh, and then I rolled my eyes back to Everleigh. “ I thought you said you both aren't close?" I asked Everleigh, my lips paused in awe as I held the tray of food in my hands. “ Oh, come on Mr Felix, Diana here is my just a fan. You know how popular Madison Clark is, right?" Madison bragged and I became more than surprised. "Diana? Who's Diana" I immediately dropped the tray in my hands on the table. Seems I have been missing out a lot.

“Tell me the name.” Maya folded her arms. “Say the name you’re thinking of.” Dianne stared at her for a long moment, her heartbeat slowing like the world wanted her to hear herself think. No. It couldn’t be. “Maya…” Dianne whispered again. “Is it… is it Mike?” The way Maya burst out laughing told her everything. “What do you mean, Mike?” Maya giggled. “Who else have I been talking to for months? Yes it’s Mike.” Dianne’s eyebrows shot up. “Michael Walker— the same Mike? That one?”

Rachel “Jayce, can you take care of Liam while I bring the milk for him?” I asked, making Jayce sigh at my request. “Fine, give him me,” He cuddled, crying Liam in his arms who had just woken up from his slumber. “Don’t act sad, you’re the one who wanted to join me here,” I said, looking at Jayce’s sad face as I went to the kitchen for Liam’s milk. “I’m not sad, maybe nervous.”

"I'm afraid he won't ever remember me." The red-haired placed her hand on his, "Believe in yourself darling." she said. "I am sure you can do it." He smiled, "I really want you to meet him. He is an amazing man." "Oh, I know that." she nodded. "Kythaela used to talk a lot about him." Jimmy dropped his fork and widened his eyes, "You knew the princess?!" "She was a close friend of mine." the woman said. "She would always come to me for help and sometimes we would go on long walks together."

type gesture, and was about to take a swig, when Michael interrupted. “Whoa! Hold on, hold on!” He jumped into the center of our little circle, his hands clamped around several little test tubes, filled with a blue liquid. He began passing them out, and once everyone in our group had one, he continued, “I figured we’d all do a shot in honor of Danni’s 18th!” Danni looked at the vial in her hand questioningly. “What is it?” “It’s a blue kamikaze.” He replied. “Trust me, it’s good.” He flipped the top off of his with his thumb, and held it out, as he glanced around at the group. “Well?”

I looked down, pressing my lips into a tight line when I realized I was desperate. Clyve was quiet for a moment, and I couldn’t help but think that I made a terrible mistake in coming over. But the satisfaction hit me straight when he nodded. “Go on.” “I promise I’ll do everything you’ll ask me to if you can ask your mom to pull some strings just for Keene’s complete diagnostic tests. I kind of Googled your mom—she’s the head of the Pediatrics Department at Central Hospital in New York. I researched that they had the best specialists and consultants that can give us some options for Keene’s case.”