Novel & Cerita Diana Morris

--- In the shadows of betrayal and loss, Diana McCoy rises from the ashes of a forbidden love that once saved her—and ultimately shattered her. Eric McCoy was her sanctuary, her darkest sin, until a bullet stole him away, leaving her with everything he has. Then, Wade McCoy, her lover's son kidnapped thesame day of his funeral. She makes a burning vow: to reclaim him from the people who took him. But vengeance is a treacherous path, and it leads straight to Rafael Goldman—a ruthless enigma who sees the fractured ruin in her soul and offers a devil's bargain drenched in desire. As their worlds collide in a storm of obsession and power, Diana surrenders to a passion that blurs the line between punishment and salvation. Can she wield her revenge without losing herself to the man who might be her greatest enemy... or her ultimate undoing? “Sometimes the devil doesn’t come to destroy you—he comes to finish what love couldn’t.” [Continue if you dare. From here you're on your own...] --- He fucked me like atonement, like penance, like the only god he believed in lived between my thighs. He groaned against my throat and it sent shivers down my spine. I saw his pupils in mine, holding the gaze steady. He cupped my cheek and gave me an aggressive kiss before I broke it, forcing his head to my neck. He kissed my throat, teeth scraping the pulse that was trying to kill me. I laughed softly, ragged and vicious, bit his lip until I tasted blood. That particular finger staggered back to my cunt again and forced its way into my v*gin* while his d*ck was still inside, grinding me. Suddenly his left hand came over my mouth, cupping it firm, blocking my screams....

A Shodimu Sophia, Dream_writer11, novel. Diana Kent After the tragic death of her father, she was forced to live with her mother. Depression wasn't the best state for the young widow as she inflicted all the pain on her teenage daughter. She ignored all her duties as a mother and it became the responsibility of the child. Dylan Kings Bluefall's popular prankster and ladies man, Dylan Kings had all every child his age could wish for. Money, looks, luxury. He was popularly known for pulling pranks on people for the sake of fun. After making a huge mistake by pulling a prank on a nerd and hoping to get away with it, she became the first and only person to plot a revenge against him. Two different lives meet for the sake of a prank. Find out in pranking the prank king.

Diana Miller's life changed dramatically the night she found her boyfriend with one of her co-workers. A year of relationship and the possibility of starting a home had gone down the drain that very day. Her family, scandalized by her decision to break off her engagement, turn their backs on her when she needed them the most. However, a wild night of alcohol, passion, and lust with a man she has always wanted will turn her life upside down. All rights reserved under Registration Code: 1902149948993 Reproduction of this work in whole or in part by any means or process, including reprography, computer processing, and distribution of copies by rental or public lending. It is strictly prohibited without the written permission of the copyright holders, subject to the penalties established by law. You may not make adaptations of this story. Infringement of these rights carries legal penalties and may constitute an intellectual property crime.

"A woman like you? No fucking way you're a virgin." "Who said virgins can't be filthy, Rocco?" DIANA SANTORO: Five years locked inside a convent. Not because I was holy. Because the family I was born into is dangerous. My name is Diana Santoro. Mafia blood. And in this world, daughters like me get hidden away until the war is over. Now my brother’s the Don. And he wants me back. The man he sent to collect me? Rocco Moretti. The most feared monster in Italy. The devil of Cosa Nostra. They say he pulls confessions out of men with his bare hands—then sleeps like a baby afterward. Three days on the road. Just us. He’s expecting some scared little nun-in-training, ready to be escorted quietly back to my gilded cage. He has no idea that the only innocent thing about me is this face. **** ROCCO MORETTI: Forty-seven men. That's how many I've killed. Tortured more than double that. Never lost a minute of sleep over any of them. So why does this girl—with her innocent eyes and that smart mouth—make me feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind around every bend of this road? Last night, at some roadside motel, she walked into my room. Ran her fingers over my tattoos, looked up at me with this smirk, and told me she wasn't wearing underwear. What the hell does she want? To destroy me? To see how far she can push before I snap? She's a virgin. Untouched. Off-limits. The one thing a man like me can never have. But when she looks at me like that—wearing that short dress, lips parted just enough—I forget who I am. I forget I'm the monster. And I start wanting, with everything in me, to be the one who ruins her. Even if it costs me my life. Even if it costs me everything.

After finding out her husband has been and is cheating on her, Diana meets with a terrible accident on her way from a night club party, where she had gone to drown away her sorrow. When she wakes up few weeks later, she loses her memories and was unable to tell who she was. "Ma'am, you're weeks pregnant and though lost your memories due to the accident" the Doctor stated. How she got pregnant she didn't know? Who she was, she didn't know. Six years later, After rehabilitation, she returns back to the city with her triplets and meets her ex husband whom she no longer recognizes. Now, Her husband is set to win her back as well as her triplets but, her triplets has a striking resemblance with the president General.

Elijah Morris has been fooling around for four out of the five years we've been married. And from the very first month, he openly betrays me. Meanwhile, I spend my time warding people off with expensive contracts, one after another. Eventually, all that's left between us is constant fighting. One day, his younger stepsister, Abigail Wright, returns. And just like that, he finally settles down. That's when the system tells me that I can finally go home. For the next five days, I no longer ask about his schedule. I don't care if he is with Abigail, nor do I care if she is pregnant with his child. I even move out of the master bedroom myself, listening to them going at it all night. The fifth day after Abigail's return is our wedding anniversary. Elijah bursts into the room, tears up our marriage certificate in front of me, and smashes my most treasured vase into pieces. He grips my throat tightly and growls, "Why did you put mango in Abby's cake? She's allergic, and she almost died! How could you be so cruel?" For the first time, I don't argue with him. Instead, I go along with his accusations. "So what?" I then pick up a shard from the broken vase on the floor under his disbelieving gaze. Then, I draw it across my artery. Just like that, I end my life in this world.

THE STOLEN BRIDE (BAD BOYS SERIES 1; LUCAS LEVIN) To avoid being married off, Eve Rizzo decided to get pregnant by some random guy out there. And that's when she met the sinfully beautiful man, Lucas Levin. However, she soon realized that he was someone possessive and he wasn't even planning to let her go after spending some wild night together. he planned to keep her for himself. Only. Thus, to get rid of him, she reported her to the police of a crime he didn't even do. 5 Years Later... Eve was back in the city, rumored to be having a bastard son while still engaged to Morris Heirta. Then, someone came to her rescue, snaking his arms on her waist with a familiar possesiveness. "Who dare to say my wife have a bastard son?! aren't I here? The father?" It was Lucas Levin! and like, her, he was back. And he wasn't just some random bad boys hanging out on clubs anymore but a powerful, wealthy man. Lucas Levin Heirta. The only son of the Heirta Chairman and also, uncle of her fiancé! And he was planning to stole his nephew's bride! Lucas leaned down to her, his lips brushing the tip of her ears as he speak. "This time, I won't let you use me and just run away lady. I will make sure you're bounded to me. And me, only." Eve gulped nervously.

"Bitch! Still trying to play innocent?" Jasper said as he tightened his grip on Renea's throat and squeezed harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea... What was even more shocking was that the woman in the video was Renea Morris, but the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to get the phone out of Jasper's hand and tried to explain, "Jasper, it was not what you think... I... I can..." Jasper looked at Renea with disgusted eyes as he said, "Let's call off the wedding. I can't marry a woman like you." After saying that, Jasper walked out of the store. Renea runs after Jasper. But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the Vipers for the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adoptive parents were involved in this... They are all doing this to her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea's heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose them to the public... But before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she was killed... But when Renea opened her eyes, she found herself in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went back to the time when it all started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled into a cold smile... She was back... But this time... she was back for revenge...

My mother-in-law, Barbara Morris, insisted that a load-bearing wall was blocking our home's good energy. She even hired someone to tear it down for a panoramic floor-to-ceiling window. The contractor, Peter Stone, kept refusing. "Ma'am, we really can't do this. If we take this wall down, the whole building will collapse." In my past life, I fought desperately to stop them, even getting on my knees and begging them not to touch this wall that held the entire building together. My husband, Tom Williams, thought I was embarrassing him. He slapped me so hard that my left ear went deaf, and he forced them to demolish the wall anyway. That night, the entire building suffered a catastrophic structural failure. I was trapped under the rubble for seven days and nights with ruptured internal organs. Right before I died, I heard Tom shouting at the rescue team. "Save my mom first! That other woman has insurance. If she dies, we'll get the payout and buy a new place!" At that moment, the resentment inside me hardened. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment when the construction crew had just arrived. Looking at that thick load-bearing wall and Tom's hand about to rise up and strike me, I smiled and handed him the eighty-pound sledgehammer nearby. I said, "Mom's absolutely right. Once we knock down this wall, our place will turn into a luxurious river-view apartment. Anyone who tries to stop us is a complete idiot."

BLURB: How far would you go for love? For Diana, she would jump into a fire to save the man she loved – and she did. But all she got in return was betrayal. The scars the flames imprinted on her body were nothing compared to the wounds he left on her heart, leaving her in a state of anguish and hatred, not just to him, but herself. Then on one night, at a bar, in an attempt to forget her pain, she meets a handsome stranger whom she feels instant attraction for, the sparks could not be ignored. The passion driven kiss they shared haunted her for months. an unforgettable moment she tried to push to the back of her mind– until she goes for a meeting to plan an event for none other than the handsome stranger- who happens to be her ex fiancés boss. Will she allow herself to love again? Or would she hold on to the past? If she could go that far for love…how far would she go for revenge?