Diane Lane Young Novels & Stories

“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

Still confused by the unexpected turn of events, Mom was in a frenzy. I only stood beside her, worried about his next words. With my heart racing and my breath coming in short, I knew that whatever was coming next would change the course of my day, if not my life. Sure enough, that happened very quickly. "Diana Calista Smith. Damascene Smith's first and only wife. She was Lady Calissa Lianne. Keeping her private life under wraps, she went under the name Lady C.L. She left the spotlight and fame behind the moment she fell in love with Damascene Smith and started a family."

Even if it was unintentional, as I have to believe it was. After getting out of the bathroom and laying back down a woman walks in, “Hello Sable.” She says dripping with insincerity. “Hello. I’m sorry, who are you?” “Oh, I’m Diane, future Luna of Winter Moon. I wanted to see how you were doing.”

The plan was to go to a restaurant near the hotel and then return to the hotel for a nightcap at their lounge. Diane put on a simple black dress with thin straps that showed off her bare shoulders. The dress ended halfway down her thighs, making her legs stand out in her high heels. It wasn’t too revealing, but it was undeniably sexy, showcasing her figure perfectly. Diane, at 5’3”, has a great figure, shapely legs, a gorgeous face, blonde hair, and a confident, elegant walk.

Then she adds, “And have a great time in Las Vegas.” I stop and my eyes narrow, “How do you know about Vegas?” Diane smiles immediately, “Oh, please.” I laugh as Diane crosses her arms, “I wouldn’t be a very good lawyer if I didn’t know who I was working with.” I laugh, and Diane smiles, “My youngest son follows racing.” I blink, finally getting the picture, “Oh.” Diane nods, “He recognized Greg immediately.” I laugh, “Oh no.” Diane smiles, “He thinks it’s very cool.” I shake my head, smiling, and Diane heads out of my little office space, then pauses, and she looks back, “You know.” I look up at Diane and smile, “You’ve done well here.”

“I suppose her name was Shane or used to be it Sheryln" “It used to be Shane.”Diane says angrily. “Oh, yes. I remember.. She used to be pretty something” Zeke smiled with the memory. “Are you critically now not seeing the trouble here?” Diane asked him, her hand going to her head like she had a headache. “That I didn’t get their numbers? Or perhaps that there was a photographer at a personal birthday celebration taking pix except consent?”

Diane, one, me? Incoming!

“Wear whatever you want.” “Helpful. Very helpful. Thank you.” “Diana will have opinions.” “Who’s Diana?” “You’ll know when you meet her.” ### Diana Fitch, the PR strategist of NeuroPont had an intensity about her as she came breezing into Royce's office the next day with a stylist behind her. She was short, and a little bit round and had a stern face. She shook Anne’s hand with the grip of someone taking possession “You have a wonderful face. We’ll work with that,” which Anne decided to receive as a compliment.

Neither option made her feel better. Tobias was already parked outside when they arrived. He gave them a short nod. "She's inside. Door's unlocked. She knows we're coming." He paused. "She's been crying since I knocked." Nyla went in first. The room was small and dim. A bed, a chair, a television switched off. A bag on the floor — half-packed, the kind of packing you do when you can't decide whether to stay or keep running. Diane was sitting on the edge of the bed with her hands pressed flat on her knees. She was twenty-six years old and she looked, right now, about seventeen.