Diane Lane Young Novels & Stories

Dianthe's temper flared at the question. She didn't care that the privacy screen only created a space between the front and back of the car, not blocking out noise. "It's all because of Rachael Lane. I saw her for who she was and refused to give her special treatment, so she set me up."

“Summer. Are you alright?” “Yeah. Sure. I’m fine.” She pulled back her feet and flashed me a smile. I still refused to look at her. “It’s alright. The stain is gone. Don’t worry about it. It’s gone.” And so was my heart. Gone to Hayden. Belonging to Hayden. But now, he was going to belong to someone else. Diana was twenty one, I’d know because I did research on her three years back when we first met. She was my age then—eighteen. Hayden was twenty-two. They were a perfect match. She was beautiful. She was everything I’d never be. Old money. Glass skin. Long golden hair like the sun.

"Let me go, and I'll get you the money myself! This will only make Mom angrier. It's counterproductive! Think about Kylo. Think about your own future!" I thought I could reason with her, but Diane had lost her mind. She raised her hand and slapped me hard. My cheek swelled immediately. "How dare you mention my son? If you'd just married him, none of this would've happened! Plenty of men have mistresses. What's wrong with him having two women?" My retort died in my throat. I was afraid of provoking her further. Diane called Mom and immediately demanded 200 million dollars. "If the money's not in my account in five minutes, you can collect her body! Liliana Lane, this is what you get for being

After I gave birth, mom came to spend some time with us and put me through on how to take care of new born baby and I was do grateful. Bryan insisted we acquire a nanny but I don't really want but at least I can trust Mrs. White with my Lisa. Bryan now works in his father company as the acting CEO. John still works with my dad but we never heard from Amy but Daniella gave me a news she actually invited her to her wedding. "You are so beautiful"I said smiling as I took Daniella hand and spin her around making her laugh. She looks so beautiful in her wedding gown. "Jabson will definitely have his jaws on the floor when he sees you"I said and she smile.

Brown left her standing there. Diane felt her anger rising from within her, she couldn't let them leave plaintwood; not after she couldn't. She had always wanted to be a model, a successful one, and she had big dreams,but back when she was younger, Plaintwood was just a small town, smaller than it was now. There weren't much opportunities for people with career choices like her's ( Diane). Diane remembered the one time a non government organization visited Plaintwood to fund recent high school graduates in their college education. She found out about it and felt the need to inform her friend about it.

She said, pointing at the improvised grave. After a couple more minutes, the warriors came with all the stuff necessary for moving the body. "Let's head back to the packhouse, we still have a lot to do tonight." I tell my friends. "Mother, did Diane have any friends or family?" "Not that I know of. Come to think about it, she joined our pack when she was 9 or 10 years old. She was found deep in the forest, close to our eastern border, if I well recall, in a very bad state, malnourished and Mrs. Clark took her in. Your father and I agreed for her to join our pack, but there was always something strange about her."

“Now. Tell me about you, Sabrina. Before the brothers. Before the headlines. Before all of this. What was your life?” I turned the sparkling water in my hands. “Married young,” I said. “Didn’t work out.” Diane nodded once. She didn’t tilt her head or do the sympathetic face or try to pry the long version out of me. She just nodded. “Good for you,” she said firmly, and drank her wine like that was the end of it. “Diane was married twice,” one of the cousins stage-whispered to me. “The first one was practice,” Diane said calmly. “The second one stuck. Thirty-one years next month, and I still want to push him off a balcony at least once a week. That’s how you know it’s real.”

CHAPTER 1 The bass from the club speakers vibrated through my chest as I pushed through the crowd. I spotted her at the far end of the bar, exactly where my research said she would be. Caroline West. Forty-five years, sharp black blazer, dark red lips, the kind of woman who looked like she owned every room she entered. My father’s biggest rival. The woman I had been sent to destroy. My name is Diana. Twenty-two years and an aspiring photographer. Tonight I was a liar. I ordered a drink I didn’t want and moved closer. When the bartender stepped away, I leaned on the counter beside her.

"Harriet will know someone." "Harriet always knows someone." I call Harriet. She picks up on the second ring. I explain what I need. She is quiet for a moment, and then she says, "I know exactly the right person." Her name is Diane. She is fifty-eight, and she ran the NEA grant program for twelve years, and she left because she wanted to work somewhere that understood why a seventy-one-year-old poet mattered. "Send her to me," I say. She will call this afternoon," Harriet says. "Alexander. He said yes?"

'Yes,' she thought bitterly, 'that's what a normal brain looks like. She stared at the gore without flinching, then broke into a fit of laughter and sobs all at once. Closing her eyes, she turned the blade on herself and slit her throat. … When she opened her eyes again, Diane was twenty years old. She had fainted on the street, been carried to a hospital, and diagnosed with a terminal illness. Grabbing the doctor who examined her, she demanded desperately, "Where's Gaston? My husband—no, my boyfriend. Where is he?"