Diane Ladd Novels & Stories

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

She did receive it, except Diane claimed it was hers. The Diane Johnson fucking stole my ad campaign project?

Fabian muttered under his breath, “Weren't you crushing on Mr. Lucas before?” “Nope! I’m all about Miss Xander now!” Diana declared, purposely raising her voice so Layla could hear her loud and clear. “Smart, capable women are the real deal! Who wouldn’t be smitten?” Layla chuckled. “I’ll gladly accept your admiration.” “Aaah! She accepted it! Did you hear that? I knew it! Women really are the best!” Diana squealed in excitement, practically bouncing in place.

he muttered darkly, his lips brushing the outer lips of her pussy without actually giving her the relief she craved. Right then, the loud, jarring ring of a cell phone shattered the heavy, sexual tension in the room. Elijah paused, reaching into his pocket to pull out the vibrating device. He looked down at the screen, and a slow, sinister smile spread across his sharp features. He turned the screen toward Roe so she could see the caller ID. It was her mother, Adalind. She was calling from across the world to check up on them. Roe’s eyes went wide with pure terror. Her breath trapped in her throat as she shook her head frantically, begging him with her eyes not to answer.

Didn’t I just tell him I don’t want her? Harley has nothing on Daya. Dayanara Lachland, is a prominent socialite who I have known since grade school. She was my first crush, the subject of my first wet dream and my first girlfriend. She became a model right out of high school, then crossed over into acting only a couple years later.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

Derry said to Lily and she smiled as they both walked to the dance floor Nicky had created and they danced. While everyone was happy and enjoying the happy day, Rosy was on her way to Washington to visit Jennifer and informed her she had the original documents of Mingle International.

I want the men of this town to think I, a woman, can run a winery. A while back, I met a seamstress who was well known for her designs. I decided to let her make a dress for me. I wanted something to match my eyes, so I ordered a blue, and silver dress. It was originally going to be made out of cloth, but then I got suckered into a new type of fabric. It was more expensive, but she assured me it was worth it. She said she would add silk and lace to the cloth. I was taken by this idea, and told the lady to surprise me with the dress. If I liked it, I would pay extra. It took her a month to make the dress, but it was well worth the wait.

I smiled for the few that were there, but only in passing. I suddenly noticed one of my employees, Dana, hurrying her stilettoed feet toward me. “Stephanie! Oh, thank God you’re here! One of the models twisted her ankle and can’t walk.” “Which model?” “Sabrina. She was one of the girls showing the sneak peek for the collaboration. Without her, we will only be showing two looks.” “Dammit.” I bit my lip and thought about how to handle such a situation. One of Dominic's requirements for funding my show was to show off the collection as well and to be sure that his name and brand were visible all around the place. Ergo, I added three of the completed outfits to my fashion show tonight.