Diane The Valk Novels & Stories

"Austin, I want to have a child with Eugene." I opened my eyes to the sound of Valerie Larson's voice. She continued, her tone firm and determined, "Mrs. Dyer is my mentor. She's seriously ill, and the doctors say she has less than a year left. Her only wish before she goes is to hold a grandchild, and Eugene has no one else to turn to, so..." "Say no more, darling. I agree." I reached out and held her hand, my voice sincere.

And right now, she wondered what could be so much fun about being in here that they would go through such trouble for. She stopped walking immediately when a body fell on her and it took all the strength in her not to scream, she shut her eyes, not really wanting to see the person that bumped into her. “Watch where you are dancing, cause if you don’t, I will send you to a better dance floor,” she heard and opened her eyes to see Diablo grabbing the collar of an obviously drunk man. The man put up his hands in surrender and he let him go and he quickly left the place. She glanced at him, suddenly realizing that she doesn’t even know his name, and also wondering why she would even want to.

Probably meat. She tried moving her body, and groaned when she felt pain running throughout her body like electricity. As the pain awakened her soul, memories from what happened before she collapsed resurfaced in her mind. They fought a high-level zombie, then a zombie monarch appeared and killed it. Then it chased them. Twilight and the others fought with it as she and the kids escaped. Then, the monster appeared infront of Farrah. Dior was the zombie monarch, and he took her away. Dior is the monarch. Dior is a zombie.

I tried to call out to Val, but my voice wouldn’t make a sound. Valkon ranted, “Dabble a little more? Ha! What do you think this is? It’s already risky doing what we’re doing & you want to take more risks than we need? Why!? When we can just take her to a hospital to be diagnosed and treated before we even have to take such drastic measures. Don’t you know how horrible it is to watch her lose weight everyday? Eat and throw it all up? Ball up into a fetal position and clutch her cramping stomach? Watch her cough a storm until there’s blood running from her mouth? Watch all of that and be scared out of my wits because at any given moment, I think she’ll die? Don’t you think you’re asking too m

He pointed at the girl who was still eyeing me with a skepful look. Okay, the fuck did I do to this bitch? "Hi, I am Valentina," I smirked at her and shook her hand with a firm to assess dominance over her. "Nice to meet you, Valentina." She had a strained smile on her face. Dumb, ho. Who do you think you were fooling? "And this is my best friend, Diana." I pointed towards Diana who was busy doing some eye flirting with David. What the fuck? I could smell both of their scents; they were turned on. Oh, Lord Vino! I can't believe I was between these horny idiots.

I heard Lycan King Xyrus say and eight other pairs of eyes stared at me. He wasn't alone, like I thought; both Vance and Lady Eliona are here. I walked slowly towards them, my eyes drank in the appearance of Xyrus. Among everyone present, he seemed more excited to see me. “Oh my goddess. You look so beautiful even at night lady Valeria.” Lady Eliona said and I realised why Xyrus picked this dress. I now know why he called me here only to have me sit in the space next to me. He is trying to pass a message to Vance that I, Valeria, belong to him.

Diane A warrior in the day, but a whore at night. That's what Axel’s betrayal turned me into. Clubbing had become a routine and I wouldn't miss it for anything, even tonight. Doing a last minute outfit check in the mirror, a sassy badass bitch, dressed in skimpy outfit and dark makeup, stared right back at me and I just knew, with this killer look, I was definitely set for a refreshing night out, which would definitely end in a hard bang.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself locked in the underground storage room of the Valentino family hospital. Renato's sister stood at the door. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I crawled toward it and called for help. Sophia Valentino turned around. There was no trace of urgency on her face—only something strange in her gaze. "Ellen, don't blame Renato," she said. "He was afraid you'd go out and cause trouble, so he asked me to watch you."