Diana Vitale Reviews Novels & Stories

I stopped. Not for long. Half a second. Unfortunately, half a second was sometimes enough to hate yourself. Valentina turned, following my gaze. “Mr. Ricciardi decided to join the site review.” I looked at her. She said it like she was informing us bottled water was available in the cooler. “Of course he did,” I said. Behind me, Dianna made a very small sound that might have been a prayer or a mild stroke. Rafael turned.

Their words did not bother me as I continued smiling politely. "My dear Don Vitalty," Sophia's sickly sweet voice was heard calling out to him. She was wearing a silver dress with a low cut, revealing the pink diamond necklace around her neck, which attracted a lot of attention. She sauntered naturally over to Leo and put her arms around his. "Thank you." She puffed up her chest further, and the brilliant reflection from the 70-million-dollar pink diamond necklace nearly blinded everyone who set their sights on it. Leo's expression looked normal, but he did smile gently at her, "What matters is you're happy."

"A woman like you? No fucking way you're a virgin." "Who said virgins can't be filthy, Rocco?" *** DIANA My name's Diana Santoro, and if five years in a convent taught me anything, it's that the Mother Superior has a bullshit detector better than any police radar. "DIANA!" Her voice cut through the garden like God himself decided to call me in for a personal reckoning. "GET OFF THAT WALL RIGHT NOW!" I nearly fell backward.

“Well.. your highness,” Violet nodded in contentment, “Go on.” “You didn't do anything embarrassing last night, I'm the one who couldn't serve you well so I felt embarassed about it.” Alaric blatantly lied. “Of course,” She continued, “A mortal like yourself has no inner grace to treat me perfectly well. Mortals are so messy.” Alaric blinked, was it him or was Violet becoming narcissistic? “By the way, these days, I want you to send more wine to the mansion today. I feel great after drinking it.”

°4 Year's Back ; Diana's POV. "Hey can I have some tequila shots." Diana instructed the bartender. " Coming right up!" He disappeared and came back with a tray of shots. "Hey!" A nice eligant lady approached Daina. "My name is Hecate. Nice meeting you." She extended her hand. "Nice meeting you too." She shook the hand. "Why don't you come and join us at the VIP section. Bring the shots." Her voice was calm and sweet. Diana did as she was told.

She recalled that jasmine had always been the one to protect her whenever one of Kira's men either wanted to rape her or bully her for now reason. "I beg you, please stop." Diana pleaded continuously, but her pleads all continuously fell on deaf ears. "You're fucking tight Diana, I bet Rolex hasn't had a taste of you then." She heard Devon say in her weak state. Still using one finger on her vagina, he went in deeper into her with it, making yell in pain already. "Moan and fucking call my name, and I just might let you go." Beta said, but that was something Diana rather die than do.

Seeing Lana's confused look as she ran away gave Violet a wonderful sense of victory even though she knew she was bullying a child. Violet stood alone enjoying a glass of wine in hand, Dominic was surrounded by many other people, he was no different from a famous star. She didn't want to be swept away, so she sneaked out and tried to make herself the least of this party. Violet sneaked a peek at the beautiful bride today, thinking for a while Violet remembered that the bride is Diana Charlie, she is a pretty famous actress, of course, she is very beautiful and talented. Diana's family background is not as great as that of Barker and Anda, but it is enough to stand in this harsh market.

She moved not like a victim of their gossip, but like a scientist observing a particularly volatile chemical reaction. A drunken, heavily Botoxed matron who is one of Elena Vance’s allies, her silk wrap trailing on the marble floor. She paused, squinting at Dianthe through a haze of gin and entitlement. "Such a shame about that Thorne money," she slurred, her voice carrying just enough to turn heads in the immediate vicinity. "One would think a nurse wouldn’t know how to handle it. It’s like giving a Stradivarius to a street busker."

He knew exactly who she was. "And you are?" "Dante Vitale." The name hit her like a second crash. Everyone knew that name, even if they pretended not to. The Vitale family owned half the city's underground and had enough legitimate businesses to make it respectable. Dante Vitale was the king of that empire, the man prosecutors couldn't touch and rivals didn't cross twice. "This is your road?" she asked. "Everything from here to the harbor is mine." His gaze dropped to her torn dress, the blood on her temple, then back to her face. "What did you see that was worth dying for?"

"Enough, Shein. I have told you before. I am not interested. We have known each other our whole lives—you are like a sister to me. Nothing more." "No! I will not accept this. Let me see her. What did she do to you? Did she bewitch you? Just tell me—fuck—tell me." "Well. Look who is here. Shein Dela Vega. A vision I never expected to see again." Both turn toward the entrance, where Cathy Vitale stands with her bodyguard close behind. Shopping bags swing from her arm, their designer logos bright against her dark coat. She carries herself like the head of a house—every movement deliberate, every word weighted with authority.