Diane Nguyen Novels & Stories

I pause taking a tissue from Kate to wipe my nose. Kate waits before I continue, “He grabs my arm and pulls me off the dancefloor. He has another woman attached to his other side,” at this Kate sits up a little taller. “Who the hell was she?” Kate asks. “She would be his fiancée and future Luna. The Luna ceremony is schedule in two weeks,” I say starting to cry.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

“Hey, there’s this chick who was watching you perform.” “What is your name?” Catherine asked anxiously. “Brittany,” the girl confidently answered. Anita looked at her daughter with her eyebrows nearly reaching her hairline. From here, Catherine knew that Anita liked her vibe already, but for some reasons, Catherine wants to stop her mother from thinking this way. The final audition is the day after that, anyway. There’s plenty more waiting to be discovered. Including her ballerina.

All she felt was gratitude and happiness. Mr. Jones seemed to be a nice man, one of the nicest she had met since her stay here. If the mother was nice, and the father was— summing up looks and courtesy— near perfect, where then did Jackson get his nasty attitude? She was led to the dining room by the man that welcomed them outside the building. His name was Theo and from what Maria noticed, Theo was someone Jackson cared about. Something inside her moved when she watched Jackson hug him. Already sitting on one of the expensively carved chairs was Mrs. Jones, looking as pretty and as young as ever in a red satin dress, Maria couldn't see the rest of it as she was seated. Her lips were a dark

We had dated for years, so I already saw it as a normal thing to get him to me any time I wanted him. I waited for a while till my left foot froze. The moans hadn't stopped. I heard the voice of a lady. It came from the same room. "Fuck me just the way you tear Annie's pussy wide every Friday night," the strange lady kept moaning and I felt a thrust was forcing her to do that. "I wouldn't treat you any less," Damon muttered, his voice sending a cold chill down my spine. "But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed."

He flashed me a lopsided grin, making me blush slightly. "Err...I'm actually looking for Adrian King. I'm the new intern". I replied nervously. "A pretty one. That's his office". He pointed to a door at the far corner of the room. "Thanks". I turned to walk away. "I didn't get your name". He said, making a turn back, I replied; "Kris," "Ohh...nice name for a hot lady". He smirked. "I'm Dean" "Thanks again Dean". With that, I made my way towards the door.There was a plate attached to it with the words Supervisor carved on it in bold letters.

Anna nods, he sounded experienced, he knew the world but not in the way she did. "Thank you, I'm Anna Lu" Anna stretched out a hand to him He stared at that hand for a moment before taking it "I’m Dylan, Dylan Yang” Dylan raised the girl up, carrying her in his arms he walked towards the dock where her wheel chair was. Despite it being a great weather in the morning, the night wind was cold and with their clothes being wet, the cold became almost unbearable.

Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move. I keep smiling as I slowly unbutton my jeans, kicking my shoes off. Still, I don't break contact as I push my jeans down my straight legs, stepping out of them. Leaving me in my black thong. I realize that every boy is now looking at me, but I keep my eyes fixated on Brian, whose now standing cross-armed, a smirk plastered on his face.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".