Diana Morris Novels & Stories

“Don’t forget, Lila. We are the same.” Lila whispered, “What do you want to know?” “Everything,” Diana said. “Where they’ll go next. What Elara cares about. Who she trusts. Her weaknesses. Her patterns. Her routines.” A cold laugh. “And her blind spots.” Lila’s voice trembled. “Why? What are you planning?” “Oh, sweetheart.” Diana touched the cut on her arm, watching blood smear against her fingers like paint. “I didn’t get Mira tonight. I’ll get her another night.”

“And you didn’t knock.” She grinned. “Clara said you wouldn’t be mad.” “Clara should stop saying things she cannot confirm.” Clara raised both hands. “I take full responsibility.” Ava stood in the corner, still by the chair she had stepped away from. Her hands were tight around her bag. She looked like she wanted to vanish. When Diana came in, she had moved back so fast I almost heard her shoes skid. I finally looked her way. “Ms. Morales,” I said. “You may go. I have what I need.”

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

“Betrothed. To Diana.” Diana De Morven. Only daughter of one of California’s richest families. I met her once at The Dylan’s mansion three years ago. Total snob. I laughed softly. “That’s a joke, right?” My laughter died when Agnes shook her head. “Merissa knows Diana. She’s friends with Merissa’s big sister, Mindy. You remember her, cutie with short blonde hair? It’s legit news. Didn’t Jake tell you?” Hell no. He didn’t.

Yours always, love, Diana. She didn’t have to tell him to keep her correspondence a secret; he knew what would happen if Ragnar learned where she was. . . . Turning off her computer, she picked up her phone and called her next-door neighbor—a woman who had partially eased Diana's loneliness after losing her twin sister in a fire so many years ago. “Chrissie, I’m going to my cabin for the weekend again. Can you keep an eye on my place?” “Sure thing, Diana. Pick up your mail on Saturday, too, if you’d like. And I’ll water your greenhouse plants. Hey, I don’t want to hold you up, but did you hear about the latest killing?”

Besides, Rosalia won’t agree to be with me; she'd rather be six feet under than touch me with a totem pole. Still burning under my misery I didn’t hear the sound of the door and raising my eyes to the door a young blonde, brown eyed looking clean petite young woman stood at the door her hands fidgeting on her dress. “Who are you?” I asked worriedly, sensing her troubles. “Forgive me Beta. I am called D-Diana and I wish you grant your servant audience.” Her voice stir like a feather-like brush on the skin and I don’t know why I find myself intrigued by this young lady. She seemed young but not too young. I wanted to hear her speak more and if she wanted my help let her go ahead.

Her beautiful blonde hair and smooth white skin proved that she had never lived in poverty since childhood. In contrast, Diana lying on the ground was extremely pathetic. She was emaciated from being starved for days, her skin a bit brown and covered with dirt. Diana has been wandering around since childhood to earn a living, so she does not seem flashy and shiny like Marrila. However, what makes Diana so brilliant is her charisma. Even in difficult circumstances, she persevered and refused to yield or beg Marrila. Diana's gaze through Aurora's excellent acting showed a strong and confident character. Even if she died for Marrila, Diana would not compromise with Marrila and break up with Mar

But I couldn’t put up my usual antics tonight, I needed her focused. I moved into a rather sticky and smelly booth and she slid in next to me. Diana was a beautiful woman when she was turned, at only about 20 years of age. She had light blonde hair and clear blue eyes, she had broad shoulders and was about 5’11, which made her taller than me and I always hated that. She was very muscular for a woman. That was why she was chosen, she was a hell of a fighter. She was absolutely as deadly as they came and you’d never suspect it by looking at her.

An: This moment contains Diana & Darren meeting for the first time as adults. ******** Diana runs to the bus stop, braving the rain because she didn't bring an umbrella. She forgot because she was in a hurry to attend a job interview that turned out to be very long from morning to night because there were so many candidates and the process of interviewing was very long per person. It was because the job Diana was applying for was in the prosecutor's office, so they had to make sure that the candidate was completely clean from any kind of case no matter what position they were applying for.