Diva Novel Novels & Stories

I growled echoing my wolf. Divya was the second eldest daughter of Lord Alpha Bijan. I remember the pale-yellow Kaftan dress, embroidered with silver threads that hugged her slim frame and flared at the hips hiding her slender legs like it was yesterday. The way she blushed when I called out to her, and her whispered word mirrored mine. My manhood instantly stood to attention when her pink lips parted. I was eighteen and full of raging hormones. Divya wouldn’t be my first, but she would be my last. For the rest of the afternoon tea, my father and hers were already talking semantics of her moving back to the kingdom's capital with us.

Davina, the weak little Omega, was vowing revenge? Interesting. Very interesting.u me baby how much

“What is so surprising? Don’t tell me you haven’t heard about book spirits !” The Diva said maintaining that always plastered smile over her thin lips. She was a divine figure. Press knew that it was no use of pissing her over or arguing with her. She had never heard about that books also possessed the spirits. It was a new thing. “Why all out of sudden today?” Empress asked her a half-question, but the Diva seemed to understand it fully. She shook her head here and there as if trying to express her getting bored replying back,

"Yes! That's how useless and stupid I can be as long as I want to see you in pain!" Diva shot back at her. "I would be forever happy to see that everything you owe are all destroyed!" Sarah closed the distance between them and came face to her, her he ain't, overshadowing that of Diva. Diva was average and Sarah was lot taller than her being an Alpha blood that no knew about after so many time.

I’ve always been the void where love should’ve lived. So when Bianca left me for another man, it didn’t hurt, not really. I was already used to it. Since then, I swore: I’d go through women like clothes. Feel nothing. Want nothing. Love no one. Not even my daughter, she carries the same blood as her mother, the same venom. But somehow Nova slipped through. She cracked open a part of me I’d buried deep. I bought her gifts, little things, pretending it was just another transaction. A game. A lie I could control. But she made me feel again.

I confided to her and looked at my daughter, who was playing games on the TV. Then, I shared the strange occurrences with Ivanna, and she said, “ATL Empire is a complex international conglomerate. It’s unpredictable, and internal power struggles can be brutal. Sometimes, family conflicts can exceed an ordinary person’s imagination.” Ivanna leaned into the couch and looked at Ava. “You still have her.” I gazed at my adorable daughter, engrossed in her game.

we remain the closest unlike Mia who hates my guts. I made my way to the garage; my grandmother was relaxing in the garden, my father was not at home, and I had not seen Mia since last night. I got into my car and started the engine as I drove down Ventura's busy road. Within ten minutes, I was parked in front of Divas' house. I stepped down and walked into the entrance of her apartment; they live in a three-bedroom apartment; her husband works for a pharmaceutical company; he is not well off, but I would say he is doing very well; and what else could you ask for when you have a man who loves and cherishes you? Even when Divas husband was not doing so well, she insisted on marrying him.

"Sorry, Julianne–works here, she was talking about how she just took out the trash and heard this loud couple's argument from, like, three streets over. Girl–she thought about calling the cops. I can't believe that was you and George." "With everything his family is doing to me AFTER our divorce, I'm not surprised at this point." I groan, ears hot with embarrassment. First Grandma Anna almost dies from heart failure and I operate on her, Jessica causes a scene at a club, Barbara keeps silent about her gambling habits and lets her daughter almost assault me on my birthday, at my birthday party, in front of my FATHER, then George–God, his list is even longer. "What did he even want?" "He tried

They were bright, cold, and triumphant. As Vanessa turned to leave, she had caught sight of Chloe standing in the shadows of the hallway. She didn't flinch. Instead, she paused, leaning close enough that Chloe could smell the liquor on her breath. “He’s mine, Chloe,” Vanessa had whispered, her voice a low, venomous purr. “He always was. You were just a temporary placeholder.” The memory burned like acid in Chloe's throat. Now, kneeling on the floor of the penthouse, she finally looked down at the divorce papers. The signature line at the bottom was blank, waiting for her name.

Even if I have another woman now, there's nothing wrong with that. "What, you and Victor can play house, but I'm not allowed to see someone else?" Charlotte didn't know Maeve. After I went against Emma's wishes and insisted on marrying Charlotte, I had unconsciously avoided everyone and everything connected to Emma. Maeve was Emma's daughter, and we studied under Emma together. When Charlotte and I got married, Maeve happened to be at a critical stage in one of her experiments. In the end, she had only sent me a wedding gift. She hadn't attended in person.