Diana Morris Novels & Stories

Absolutely not. Diana silently rejected the idea, and thought about her previous clients. When she took orders in the name of D&J, she made contact with many wealthy and powerful people, especially the mysterious Mr. Crawford... Perhaps she could talk to him and see if he was willing to help her through this difficult time?

I replied. "Eden Monroe, it's nice seeing you again— in my home." Lady Maurie greeted me and expressed her pleasure at seeing me in their home again. She was dressed in a simple, strapless gown that swept the floor, and her eyes were not as heavily made up as they were at the party. When Dorian's mother's eyes flickered to my clothing, I felt embarrassed and closed my eyes. I thought that I had embarrassed myself in front of Dorian's mother and feared that she might think of me as nothing more than a one-night stand for her son.

But that was totally forfeited when the said people's president was my dick of a father who placed all our lives on burning coal. I was about to doom it all and through myself inside when the sound of approaching steps filtered through the room. Diana emerged from the corner dressed in a black knee-length bodycon dress and matching heels. The had a nice fur coat on top, but I still caught a glimpse of a tiny bump peeking through the lapels of her coat. How long has it been since I saw her? Goodness, Diana Bockle had a boyfriend? The woman was work-sexual, utterly in love with being Tom's lap dog.

Amber left his presence with a sense of unease, as Adrian had mentioned that she would accompany him when they meet Diana. ********************** Diana sat on an iron chair, her hands tied behind her back, in a dimly lit room. Small holes in the wall allowed streaks of light to filter in. Her hair was disheveled, and she kept her gaze lowered towards the floor. The room, once quiet with only the sound of her breath, became filled with noise as she heard the gate opening. She had been held captive here since yesterday evening, and the only person she had mentioned was Noah, one of Morgan's messengers.

Something about her is different, and kinda familiar, I think. Mr. Woodrow clears his throat. “Diana this is Luciana Morgenstern. Luciana, this is Diana Winters.”

Demon. I've never met one, but I knew better than to test one. I can see why Dylan is serious now, but this particular demon does not threaten me. He looks dangerous, but so am I. The next is a woman dressed in white, a cup of tea resting in her hands. Her dark brown hair falls to her hips, and a sword is attached to her hip. Faerie.

I had 7 of them that I asked. “let the party begin” Matias yelled and the music was turned up. I walked down to the snack bar to get some snacks when I felt someone approach me. It was a girl not so older than I was, she had beautiful blonde hair and the most charming blue eyes. She smiled at me and proceeded to put a cupcake on her plate, I didn’t even know who the hell she was and she looked very creepy. “hi, you must be Camila, I’m Danielle but everyone calls me Danie” she introduced pushing her hand out for me to shake. I shook it.

She wanted to be nice to her daughter and make her think she was a good lover. For the next few days, Diana stayed away from Phoebe. She realized that the mere approaching of the girl was making her feel horny. That was clearly unacceptable for a decent woman like her. On Friday, Diana returned from the grocery's and saw the girl wearing tiny shorts showing her beautiful thigh and a tight yellow mini blouse that showed off the girl's beautiful curves. The woman's pussy tingled and she got terrified, but she didn't run away; she decided to face the awkward situation and said sternly:

I reply him, nodding toward the empty stage. “It’ll hit. Hermione's track record is solid and I trust her.” He takes a drink, his eyes flicking past me to Diana before he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a hiss. “Who the fuck is this?” I shrug my shoulders, keeping my face casual. “Dave’s cousin. She insisted she wanted to come. I didn’t have a choice.” He leans back, blinking. “Okay. Okay.” “Here, try one!” Diana says, suddenly holding a dark purple berry up to my mouth.

“Tristan now confirms that you are indeed the mastermind… because they found the stolen computer in a maid’s room. The maid that you used to be friends with.” My heart drops. “Diane.” “Yes,” India confirms. “Diane Morris. The report will come out tomorrow. We need to brace ourselves—this might be the end of Émeraude.”