Novel & Cerita Diana Morris

There was a hint of magnanimity shining in his eyes. "I'll say this one last time. Come here, grovel, and apologize. Return to my side and behave as my lover. This is your only way out." He held a hand out, waiting for me to subserviently place my hand in his as I used to. His bodyguards surrounded me, blocking my escape. Laura was grinning smugly, waiting to watch my humiliation. It was then that the door was slammed open. A young but loud voice called out, "Don't bully my mom!" Candice held her arms out and glared hard at Dean, who was still in his bed. "Stay away from my mom, you meanie!"

She smiled and leaned into him, and over her shoulder her smile shifted into something quieter and more satisfied, the smile of someone who had just watched the last piece fall into place exactly where she needed it. She thought about the morning she had slipped into Bella's room while the house was quiet and found the small velvet box in the nightstand drawer. She had taken the ring without hesitation and closed the drawer and walked out and never looked back. Bella could not have Jason. Bella could not have anything. Behind them, Daniel reappeared quietly in the doorway with his phone in his hand. "Sir, I have the hospital on the line. The doctor who treated Mrs. Morrison is available to s

I’d met her maybe twice during my years with Carol-always disapproving, always making snide comments about Carol taking in “charity cases.” “Does she say what she wants?” “No. But she seems… agitated. Maybe scared?” Margaret hesitated. “Should I send her away?” “No. I’ll see her.” I closed my laptop. “But stay close. Just in case.” Diane Morrison looked older than I remembered-mid-fifties, gray streaking her brown hair, dressed in worn jeans and a faded jacket. Not the put-together woman I vaguely recalled. “Luna Sage,” she said, her voice shaking slightly.

"Who?" "Harrison Morris."

I kept my voice low, professional. “The Morrisons are family friends,” Genevieve said airily. “Senator Morrison served with Daddy on several boards. Didn’t you know?” She tilted her head, eyes glittering with malice. “Oh, but you wouldn’t. You’re staff now, aren’t you? Not exactly on the guest list.” “I’m working.” “Yes, I can see. How industrious.” She ran her fingers along Leo’s lapel possessively. “We should find our table, darling. I’m sure Diana has important… event managing to do.”

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.

Voss opened his mouth and closed it. He looked at his notes. "No further questions," he said. Judge Okafor looked at Diana. "Redirect?" Diana looked at me. Then she looked at the judge. "No, Your Honor," she said. "I think Ms. Morrison has said everything that needs to be said.”

Rolling her eyes, Diana swatted Rakiz Lemoir’s finger that was dumbly pointing at himself. “That is not what I meant.” Diana paused and straightened her shoulders. She met his gaze and continued with a low voice. “I am taking the Moon’s Tears, Rakiz Lemoir. And you will help me do that.” With one brow raised, he snapped his fingers. “Now that is what I am calling a mission worth dying for! I mean who else can think of stealing the treasure bestowed by the Moon Goddess herself, but you, Diana lass! Such a precious thing you are!”

Maddie bit her finger and her eyes sparkled with envy and resentment. Meanwhile, Diana was lying in bed digesting her thoughts when she suddenly heard a knocking sound on her door. A girl dressed in a blue maid uniform came in. She had a delicate appearance and Diana recognized her from her previous life. After Ms. Taylor passed away, this girl replaced her position. Diana was sure that she was one of Serena's minions.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”