Diane Nguyen Novels & Stories

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

"Yes sir, would you like a cup of tea as you wait? “ He did not respond. She bowed again and got out of the office. She could not believe what she had done, she had just rejected the member of the most influential man. Worst of all, she was to call one of his most recent and long stayed lovers. One thing was for sure, she was an inch closer to losing her job. Five minutes had not ended when she was called to receive the youngest daughter of the Sang family. She wore a revealing red dress and black stilettos. Her long dark hair swayed smoothly with every step she took. Qiao Mo put on a smiling face and guided her to the president’s office. She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went

Giggles erupted and the women smiled at them. "Are these delightful ladies the Asset Managers you were talking about?" Ben asked and more giggles ensued. Margaux smiled and nodded. She made the introductions and Ben tried to remember their names in the flurry of their excitement. The red haired woman reminded him a little of Trish and he felt a slight twinge of homesickness. Her name was Nancy, Nan for short and the bubbly brunette in the serious glasses was Diane, or Di as the others called her. "Why does everyone use short forms of their names?" Ben asked Margaux curiously.

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

I curved my lips as I met the cold eyes of Catherine looking baffled. The meeting commenced when Diane stood up to address the room. She wore a designer purple long suit and pants that accentuated her figure nicely. "We are all here today to discuss our latest project together...I'm sure the representative from Woods Enterprise has a fascinating idea on how to boost the interest of our investors." Diane sneered at me, gesturing for me to speak. The impression on her face was the belief that I would crumble to the huge crowd in the room. I also heard the quiet giggling of Catherine and her assistant.

"Y-yes your Majesty." Jimmy turned to them and pulled out his tongue. The guards had no choice but to let him mock them and leave the study. Taegen approached the young male with a smile, "Hello Diam-" he gasped when he realized that his lover's long hair disappeared and let place to a shorter one reaching only the back of his neck, "You cut it..." he said with a low voice and slowly approached him. He sighed and placed his hands on his shoulders, "I am sorry." he whispered, tears blocking his view.

Diane is so nice it's almost too good to be true and her friendship with Kiara is so cherished❤️sooo cute. Love you guys 🦋❤️

“Do you remember any specific individuals who might have connected you toward these broader ambitions? Anyone whose guidance particularly influenced your eventual conspiracy?” Diane considered this carefully, clearly searching through years of accumulated memory. “There was a woman,” she said slowly. “I met her only briefly, decades ago, during a diplomatic gathering between several neighboring territories. She never gave her actual name, introduced herself simply as a concerned observer sympathetic to pack leaders who felt their authority unnecessarily constrained by outdated traditions.” “What did she look like?” I asked urgently.

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