Diane Lane Young Novels & Stories

Dianne married Lance Anderson for two years. It would have been three, but they chose to wait a year because Lance didn’t have a best man. Lance didn’t want any other best man. He only wanted his brother, Gabriel. Dianne gave birth to a lovely daughter, who is three years old. It turned out she was pregnant before Anna went away.

she had used that line before, Lady Diane knew they were about to do their dance of pull and push…again… "but currently I am fixated on my studies and I am more intrigued on the Mystery of the deceased Lord than to find a suitable husband." Her tone was polite and convincing but Lady Diane was still filled with motherly concern "Elizabeth..." Her expression changed to a more pained and convened so did her tone "you don't seem to understand the world you are living in girl" her voice sounded tired as if she had thought of this conversation before and her answer to it, "it is better for a woman to marry young, the more you grow the less attractive you'll be to suitors…and you don't want to end

Diane said confidently while she tilted her head and her blue eyes which shone as Nancy narrowed her eyes being serious. "What did Director Firth say?" Nancy's words made Diane stare out of the panel glass, remembering what Gavin had said when he was with her. After a few minutes of silence just staring at each other, Gavin took a deep breath, closing his eyes before he nodded at her, making Diane's lips curled up "The first thing to do is to hunt down James Young". Diane muttered slowly with smirking when Gavin's eyes widened and his mouth gaping wide open, taking aback with what Diane said.

If she could recognize him as a popular actor, then how long till people recognize me as the contract wife? “Can I please get your autograph?” she begged, Liam noticed my mood changed, “I’d give it to you as long as you get me a face mask so I wouldn’t draw attention, and show us the basics like you said.” He demanded. “That’s nothing!” she started searching her fanny pack, soon enough she brought out a small white nylon containing face masks and she handed it to Liam. “Thank you,” he mouthed, “Sorry if I didn’t introduce myself earlier, My name is Diane and I’ll be your tour guide to NYU and I’ll be helping with registrations, what’s your name?”

Diane apologized sincerely, because she has also been feeling unhappy that she hasn't checked on her but Rhea was far from being offended as she yelled into the phone. "Where are you now? Home?". Diane reduces the volume frequency of the device so as not to get her eardrum punctured by her excited friend. " I'm home" Diane was determined to retain her calmness. It won't be good if she also yells at her to stop yelling. "Get your boring' ass out 'ere" "I'm at your favourite club" she yells again, her words are difficult to understand despite how loud she was talking.

Diane remarked. Lora glanced at Diane and said, “A lot of people have mistaken me for Larisa. However, I’m not her. I’m Lora Davis, the CEO of Davis & Co.” Diane’s eyes turned sad. She dropped them and sighed before replying, “Yes, I know. I’m sorry. It’s not fair to compare you to another woman. It would have been better if my sister-in-law was still alive. Then maybe Ryan wouldn’t have to marry that vicious woman.”

“We got help from the rest of our kind. I think we are not the only ones who want these guards dead, thanks to you Eleanor-" “That's Alpha Eleanor to you," a girl said from the crowd, cutting Aurora off, and I immediately recognized the girl who spoke and my eyes widened in shock. Before I could get to her, Clara was already hugging her tightly. “Diane!!!" Clara gasped as she pulled her closer to her chest. Diane was one of our pack members and she was just fifteen years old. I clenched my hand at the thought of her going through horrible things at such a tender age.

I never knew they'd be this amazing! I walked over to Blaine and Lainee who were smiling widely, surrounded by nail polish, pizza boxes, and magazines. I plopped next to them on the floor and waited for someone to break the silence. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable earlier. We only want to help," Lainee apologized. I smiled. "It's fine. It's just hard to talk or think about the situation at the moment," I replied. They nodded in unison. "Well, I'm Luna Lainee. Since I didn't get to formally introduce myself a earlier."

“Someone just killed one of our top players like he was nothing. That’s not a message, Gina. That’s a declaration of war.” She turned her back to us and stared out the window, the city sprawling beneath her like prey. I let the silence sit a moment, then stepped forward. “What do you want to do?” Diane tilted her head, slow and deliberate. “I want Caroline dead. I want Kane broken. And I want whoever pulled that trigger to bleed slowly.” I raised a brow. “You think Caroline had anything to do with this?” “She’s the reason Kane’s alive,” Diane said sharply. “The reason he’s fighting. Loving her gave him something I never could.”

Before I knew it, the weekend rolled around, and she showed up at the park we had arranged to meet at. "Hi there. Wendy Dyer's the name, and I'll be teaching you how to ride a bike." Her pretty face looked just like the one in the photo. The cycling outfit she wore hugged every curve so tightly that even the area between her legs was clearly defined. Her bust was especially prominent. They were like two balloons testing the limits of her cycling jersey. My brain completely short-circuited from the sheer sight of her. I hadn't been with a woman for years, so because of how deprived I was, seeing someone so attractive and captivating standing right next to me was enough to cause something to s