Diana Morris Novels & Stories

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

Oh, the foolish things sentiments made us do. "There's somewhere I have to be, I just uh...came here to be sure of what I saw on the internet," she dabbed the corner of her eyes with the hem of her royal blue, deep V-cut dress. "I'd be back soon to catch up on all the details and I'd most assuredly invite you to dinner sometime soon. It's just so hard to believe Jackson now has someone- " her voice broke as she spoke. Mrs. Jones cleared her throat and gave Maria one last adoring gaze, something about the way she looked made Maria feel warm.

she said, trying to remember who she was. “Who could that be?” he asked, still not interested in the conversation. “Black hair, brown eyes, a little on the short side in height. She had a few too many bandages on her.” Damien's eyes darkened, as soon as he knew who she was referring to. He clenched his jaw and his hands until they turned white. It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs.

"if it wasn't for Alpha here, I wouldn't be able to have this chance. I would have died a long time ago alone and cold. Out in the woods." I looked up at Brax, who stood there hiding his emotions. his hand grabbed mine, and I could feel that even now, he wasn't showing it. He was sad. brax left the room leaving me alone with the girl, i sat there listening to her story. I felt like I had to. She had been kicked out of her pack after they had beaten and abused her. She walked for days until she became too weak, collapsing to the ground. When she came to Brax was carrying her through the woods. He took her to the hospital, and when she was better, he gave her a place to live and a job, making

Finally, after an exchanged of few words with Finrod, the woman noticed them. She bowed her head and regarded all of them. “My name is Magor.” That was all she said before she went silent again. Everybody looked at her imploringly to hear more of her but it was futile. She just stared back at them with her face expressionless. “You have to excuse her.” Finrod intervened. “Dragons naturally prefer to stay silent. A complete opposite to our fellow mermen here but you’ll get along enough.”

Diana said controlling the spoon on the table with her fingers. "Well the only reason I haven't choked you to death right now is because of my daughter". "Shut the fvck up Nicklaus, You still have the guts to speak, no remorse for the pain you caused me, you walked in here to remind me of those pains? ". She Asked with tears forming in her eyes. He puller close to her and gasped. " I guess a sorry would do? ". He whispered into her ear and watched Esther sleep. " No it won't, tell me where's Morgana? ". She asked.

Lisa couldn’t accept the fact that she was inferior to Daisie. She clenched her fists tightly, and an idea surfaced in her head. Holding Rick’s arm, Diana appeared in front of the guests. She was in good shape, and her cheeks were ruddy after her recuperation. Even though she was a princess from Yaramoor who had married into the Knowles, she looked more like a gentle and loving normal woman who took care of her husband and child. She picked up a glass of wine and toasted at the guests.

Diana sprang to her feet and fell straight in behind me as I approached the door. I unlocked the front door and let her out first, and she dashed out with a short look back at Teddy and Amora. She's plainly afraid of Amora, despite the fact that she was one of the persons that spoke out on their side before we voted. I believe she assumed Amora might acclimatize to us if we served her, but since her hard exterior hasn't altered, Diana isn't sure what to make of her. And, for that matter, neither am I.

“Diana George.” She sighed dramatically, shaking her head as if the situation pained her. “But, well… you know how some people are.” Xander’s gaze slowly shifted to her. “Explain.” Mercy placed a hand on her chest, as if deeply concerned. “Diana has been sneaking around lately and missing work,” she said, lowering her voice to a whisper, as if she were sharing a secret. “She’s been acting unstable lately. I mean, she’s been drinking a lot, disappearing at night, hanging out with different men, and showing up looking like a mess…”

She was perhaps forty, South Asian, with reading glasses pushed up into her hair and ink on two of her fingers — the signs of someone who still worked things out on paper rather than trusting the screen. Marcus brought her to the meeting room and left. Killian and I were already there. Margot arrived thirty seconds later, which told me she had been waiting precisely nearby. Diana Reeves shook my hand and held it for a moment longer than a handshake usually lasted, looking at me with an expression I could not immediately categorise. Then she said, "I'm sorry it took this long. I should have found a way to reach you directly." "You tried the right channels," I said. "The right channels were co