Diana Vitale Reviews Novels & Stories

“Not today, Vlad.” “No?” He raised an eyebrow, more amused than disappointed. “When our business is done,” she said, her tone smooth as silk, “maybe then I’ll take you up on that offer.” They both knew she was lying. Both knew it was part of the game. Vlad’s smile turned sharp. “You know how to keep a man interested, I’ll give you that.” “I know how to stay valuable,” Diana corrected. She took one last drag from the cigarette, then stubbed it out in his ashtray. “And right now, I’m more valuable outside your bed than in it.”

I said finally, dismissing the question with a wave of my hand. Enzo chuckled and left me alone. For a moment, I stood in the dimly lit basement, trying to regain control of his breathing, and wrestle the possessive rage back into its cage. The image of Arya in that dress, the feeling of her skin under my fingers, the way she'd said that she was mine. My phone rang, it was an unknown number. I stared at it for a moment, then answered. "Vitale," the voice said. I recognized it immediately as Robert Don Vitale.

Vincenzo’s eyes flicked down to her hands. Then back to her face. “You missed a spot,” he said calmly. Diana froze. “…Where?” He pointed slightly. “There.” She quickly wiped it, nodding like her life depended on it. “Fixed,” she said. Silence. Then— “Good.” That was it. No praise. No sarcasm. Just that. Diana blinked. “…Was that… approval?” Vincenzo turned slightly. “Do not get used to it.” And with that—

"You're not, are you." The silence stretched for a beat too long. Elena reached out and touched Aria's champagne glass lightly. "That's a stunning dress, by the way. Valentino?" "I don't know. It was chosen for me." "How convenient." Elena's smile never wavered. "Damian does have excellent taste. In clothing, in business partners..." Her voice dropped just slightly. "In what serves his needs at any given moment." The knife slid deeper. Precise and brutal.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself locked in the underground storage room of the Valentino family hospital. Renato's sister stood at the door. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I crawled toward it and called for help. Sophia Valentino turned around. There was no trace of urgency on her face—only something strange in her gaze. "Ellen, don't blame Renato," she said. "He was afraid you'd go out and cause trouble, so he asked me to watch you."

Dylan whistles under his breath, his eyes also watching Valerie. "The Gods know, we aren't innocent," Dylan chuckles. Valerie's body jolts up suddenly, ripping the sheets from her body. The group watched as the veins in her neck burned red. She's worsening. "Quick, turn her on her side!" Sophia urges, Jaxson listens, and they all watch black liquid splutter past her icy blue lips, "I think her organs are rupturing," Sophia mumbles sadly, Valerie continues to cough violently. "I can't imagine the pain she's In. Because she is both Oracle and wolf, her body heals much faster than average. As the magic kills her, her body simultaneously heals itself. Only this once, her torment is her ability t

Vicious perseverance was the key. Vernetta hit Diana this time with her canines, slicing her neck. The throat. If Vernetta got hold of her throat . . . Diana swung her head around and grabbed Vernetta’s neck and bit hard, not enough to kill her, but enough to show her that she was someone to respect. Vernetta tore free and then whipped around and lunged again. Damn, the bitch wouldn’t yield. And Diana was quickly wearing out. The size of the gray overwhelmed her, and fighting with Caleb’s cousins hadn’t helped.

I adjusted my the hem of my short, lavender sundress around my thighs, then I pulled down the passenger side visor and flipped open the mirror, checking my make-up. “There’s a band playing at the Sports Bar downtown,” Danni suggested, scooting closer to check out her own reflection – which was perfect, as usual. Her skin was always tan and glowing, and even though she hated her black ringlets, I thought they were beautiful. “Now that I’m officially 18, I can get in!”