Diana X Akko Novels & Stories

Cecilia with her rigid posture and perfectly placed pearls, Marissa with the blonde bob and a laugh too loud for private settings, and Helena, who observed more than she spoke. They all air kissed Diana as she took a seat. They all looked over dressed especially for a coffee date. Marissa leaned forward almost immediately, her manicured fingers hovering near Diana’s ankle. “Diana, your shoes are divine,” she said. “Are those from Paris?” Diana crossed her legs slowly, a smile broke on her face. “They are,” she replied smoothly. “Limited edition Dior. The winter release. They cost a fortune.” Marissa’s eyes widened. “Of course they did. They look like they did.”

She could still hear the running feet of the students. Dika snorted, her defiance as sharp as her tongue. She was the only one who dared to talk back to Nyxoria and live to tell the tale, the only one who had stood by her side on her first day at the Arcane. Dika was a tall, striking young woman, standing at 5'9. Her deep, rich dark complexion complemented her dark hair, which was meticulously plaited into neat cornrows that flowed freely at the end of her ponytail, adding to her commanding presence. She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself.

“At least the protection exists. — No dispute between the two – I said exasperated — The objective here is not protection, our objective is to move the chess pieces without anyone seeing. “Checkmate.” Now Katarina looked excited about being a part of the plays. Giacomo stayed until Hunter returned with a good portion of the orders, as they came and went. I took black paints and started with the easiest one, grabbing Theo's blond hair as he sat on the stool. — Ah per Dio, Bea – He stopped looking at my face and sighed — Diana, I'm thirty-three years old and I've been serving as a Sartori soldier for twenty, you can put whatever paint you want and they'll recognize me.

I blurt out, staring at my girl. Alec snorts from the passenger seat, holding back a hurricane of laughter. Matteo is staring too. His mouth has dropped all the way to his chest. I watch Diana as she catwalks up the stairs, those hips swaying in that way that makes my head spin. Her hair’s dancing too. Bright white. Like she walked into a salon and asked them to bleach the life out of it. "Goddamn it, Diana! What the fuck!" Matteo finally explodes but holds his shit together. His face is tight and red, like he's not gonna survive if he doesn't let it all out.

she prodded playfully, a glint in her eye, "did you mess someone up in the pool? Did someone, perhaps like Rubi, crash upon you with mischievous intent?" Diana’s laughter bubbled forth, light and carefree, at Rachna’s teasing inquiry. "Oh, Rachna, you won't believe it," she began, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. "Once, Emma, one of my closest friends, pulled a similar prank on me, though perhaps a bit more scandalous." Diana paused, a reminiscent blush dusting her cheeks. "It was in the changing room, you see. I was in the middle of changing my top, a moment of fleeting vulnerability, when suddenly, I felt a sharp tug. She had pulled my bikini bottoms right down!"

It was time to move on. "Understood sir," Diana said as she stood up and left the office as quickly as she came. Matteo admired her cute little ass as she left his office, he loved the way the peach coloured dress brought out her skin, he loved the way it was stark in comparison to her blue eyes. He got up and went to where he hung his suit, he was done for the day. He needed to get in touch with his secret ally. It was finally time to meet Black Hound and he could not wait to hear about what he had found.

Rocco took out a cigar and lit it before sitting on Cardinal's desk and looking at both of us. This was going to be one long night! Xavier's POV "Thanks Diana." I finished the bowl of chicken soup. "What the heck we your doing in the rain?" she scolded me "Running from someone." I answered and looked at the wound which she had cleaned and bandaged "You and the mafia." Diana rolled her eyes and shook her auburn curls Diana was the jewelry store owner and although she was a married woman in her thirties, we were very close. She was a motherly figure to me.

They met a tall heavily pregnant woman, she smiled as they approached her. “Hello, my name is Dianna, and I want to congratulate you on your purchase.” Her Russian accent was strong as she rubbed her stomach. Both men nodded. “Here you’ll need this” She said as she handed the tattooed guy, two folders, one containing information about Kairi another one containing information about Krystal, she walked towards the two beds that the women was accompanying. Both men looked over the sleeping beauties and smirked “Is there anything that you guys want added.”

Ajax tried to convince Diana. Diana let out an envious chuckle," The innocents always suffer just like my daughter suffered. Now, it's your turn." " Let the show begin," Diana's vicious laughter echoed through the whole place. Then, she took a red coloured marker pen in her hand. Ajax and Xenia shared a confused look. They wondered what was roaming inside Diana's psychotic brain. An astonished expression appeared on Xenia's face upon seeing Diana's crazy action. Diana just draw a circle right on Xenia's abdomen. A little under her belly button. Putting on a dot she smirked at Xenia who was clueless about what was happening.

“You look like a Kardashian got into a fight with a Christmas tree.” “Oh, please,” Diana shot back, emerging in a red faux fur jacket and heels that looked a bit inappropriate for winter. “Your aesthetics screams ‘retired hitman who reads Tolstoy in the dark.” I looked over at Irina and tried not to laugh. She was decked out from head to toe in leather. Diana had a point. “You two haven’t even made it inside and you’re already fighting?” Diana squealed when she saw me. “Fina!”