Novel & Cerita Diane Sds

Diane said while her tears continued to fall. I couldn't blame her if she thought that way. But I'm sure that Zeb will not say anything about it. "Diane, your son has been my boyfriend since I was in college. He is Zebastian Dawson, and he owns multiple malls and hotels. the largest car company in the Philippines and in the whole world. Diane, Zeb is a good man. And you don't have any idea how long he's been waiting for you. He and Daddy Matteo are always hoping that one day you will come back and be with them. They are willing to accept you; they love you, and I am sure that Zeb will be very happy once he finds out that you are here." I said this as I held her hands and hugged her tight.

Diana asked, her voice hushed and concerned. “At their dad’s the rest of the week.” “What about this list—” “Don’t worry. Your name will be at the top. Diana Wilder.” Chrissie grinned again. “After I have a lovely dinner with Thompson, and maybe take in a movie, I'll try to make him forget he was after the two of you.” “How did you know about Thompson coming here to see me and—”

~Clarissa's POV~ I paced the living room like a woman possessed, chewing the corner of my thumbnail and muttering to myself. Diane sat sprawled on the couch, with her laptop now perched on her thighs, scrolling with the dedication of a CIA analyst, after she had offered to assist me in my quest to get close to Mr. Gonzales. But despite our efforts in turning the internet upside down, we are faced with nothing but dead ends, because most articles describe him as reclusive.

Tristan replied again. "She'll know anyway." Dwayne's jaw tightened. "Diane reads people like documents. If you tell her I'm unavailable, she'll ask when I'll be available. If you give her a particular time, she'll be back at that exact time. You dodge her again, she'll stand at the gates until the moon rises." He finally looked up at Tristan. "There is no soft way to handle Diane. There is only a direct way."

Adriel turns to have a handshake, taking the slight handshake Adriel's gaze moved to the lady, he was indeed right, she had a resume with Lola, they could be siblings as well. "It's you….from the mall," they both said out of surprise in unison, then shared a small laugh. "What's going on?" She asked Adriel who threw hy gaze at Omar for a detailed explanation. "This is Diane, she's working under me as an intern…" looking at both of them, he couldn't help to ask, "Have you two met before now?" "Yes we have, the day I was getting my dress, I met her at the mall." Lola smiled.

He was royally fucked. “Wh- what?” Kieran asked, he too surprised by the woman's confession. They looked at her, both dumbfounded as she reached for her bag and took out her Pack ID, it was then that they also learned her name. Diane Reeves, 24 years, Nightfall Pack.

“Yes. I work at the hospital nearby. I treat patients every day.” She laughed then, a cold, bitter sound. “Oh, how adorable,” Diane said, rolling her eyes. “A little slum doctor.” Her words cut deep, but I kept my face blank. “I studied abroad,” Diane added proudly. “I have multiple degrees from top universities. Real ones. Not little certifications from some dirt hospitals.” I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to let her see how much her words stung. “So don’t think for a second that you’re on my level,” Diane finished, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

“If we are lucky, we might find someone who might help recover your files for you in there.” She gasps. “Really? I didn't even think about that. Is this your department?” “Yeah.” She gasps again, “Are you kidding me? This is our department too. Dante here is a sophomore. I'm a freshman.” “I'm a freshman too.” I reply. “Oh my gosh forgive my manners. What the hell is happening to me today?” She adjusts her books on her elbow and sticks out her hand to me. “I'm Crystal Hilson.” “I'm Diane Brandon.” I shake her hand.

Rissa jolted up and turned her head slightly, her eyes bore into another; a voluptuous lady of about her age range, she had a beautiful smile plastered on her face, and before she could respond, her friendliness extended as she outstretched her hands to her. “I am Diane Donaldson, and you are Rissa?” “Yes, Rissa Stonebridge”, Rissa responded, shaking her hand. “I see you are struggling with getting accustomed to our workaholism here, don't worry, I can always help during my leisure like right now”, Diane said sweetly. Before Rissa could decide on accepting or refusing, Diane sat down on an empty seat beside her, she picked up the first three files at the top and opened the first one. Her eye

Why would I have to be four years older than Diane? My course was Business Administration while Diane was studying Accountancy. Although I was not diligent in studying way back then, I was very much willing to teach her because I had already completed some of her subjects. Because I was a rich kid, and it was only normal that I had so many connections both inside and outside the campus, I immediately got her name. Diane—short for Dayanara Clariz. Her beautiful name matched how stunning her face had always been. But there was only one problem. Even inside their campus, Diane would not talk to any guy out there. She would only talk to them if they asked her to do their assignments for a fee.