Diva Novel Novels & Stories

"Of course, it changes nothing. You are still the daughter of that man." Davina flared in a way I didn't see coming. She got up from the bed, shoving my chest hard. "You keep talking about my father..." She shoved me again, with aggression and frustration. "... how he is a bad man, how I know nothing..." Her voice was hoarse, rusty from all her screams and cries, but she still managed to be loud. "Yet, you don't fucking tell me anything. You keep me here, talk about punishing me. When I did nothing to you. Nothing to the Omegas that treat me like a plague, nothing to Kane. But somehow, in your sick twisted mind, I should be thankful."

I was calm as I answered, "I'm not. I just want to divorce you, as you wished. That way, you both can get together." "Why? Because we didn't celebrate the twins' birthday with you? Because I told you to wash a single clothing item? Or because I told you that Ingy is coming home to spend the night? "Skylar Greene! Ingy is a world-famous designer, so it's not surprising that her clothes are all expensive. You should feel honored to wash her clothes for her! Why are you being so petty with her? Why must you threaten me with divorce just because you feel like it?"

Zahra sported a quizzical look born only out of curiosity. “Grandma!” Davies grinned as he tore himself away from me. “Meet Dahlia, the Lioness of Blackvines Pack.” Zahra’s brow furrowed deeper at Davies. “Oh, my dear, I met her already.” Angelina beamed, but anyone with probing eyes could see the nervousness behind that smile. “Zahra,” she let Zahra find her feet on the ground. “This is Davies, Derrick’s son. Davies, this is Zahra, Dahlia’s daughter.”

She was the ally I had been searching for. So, under the guise of an anonymous fan, I penned her a letter, baiting her with the story of 'the mother who wouldn't spare her daughter $80 for living expenses.'

As he stood there under the hot water as it turned his skin red he thought of her, of the feel of her skin against his hand, the blue of her eyes as she looked at him, the way her nipples hardened under her shirt at his touch, the way she bit lower lip because she was scared but he believed a bit aroused. The more he thought if her, seeing her lace panties, they were black making her milky white skin stand out, the bits of red from his claws that dug into her hip, but more than any of that, her scent. Davina smells of sweet morning dew, like when you go for that first run in the morning when spring starts, with a mix of vanilla and peppermint. It is the most divine things he has ever smelled

Annaida Davenport — once untouchable, once radiant — was now the face of scandal. And Davina, watching from afar, whispered to herself, her voice trembling with both satisfaction and sorrow: “At least now… she knows what it feels like.” . . . Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Enjoy Reading!!

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

The curtain slowly moved and the crowd went wild the moment Brianna started to sway her hips to the slow beating of the music, making sure her every move was seductive and enticing. She’s now Eve, the stripper. Brianna was the innocent, family-loving girl who would do anything for her family. Eve, on the other hand, was the smoking hot stripper at Valkyrie, the temptation of every married man and the obsession of wealthy men. Minutes later, Eve removed all her skimpy bikini leaving her nothing but her own skin. This is what she does for a living, dancing naked to flesh-hungry men. But Eve never regretted doing such a dirty thing, if it's for her family she can do just about anything for them

Every creak of the floorboards sounded like a baby’s cry, and every flicker of shadow in the corners made her skin pale. “This morning feels unusual. I hope it goes well," Diva said as she walked toward the hallway. She was about to take the left path when she spotted Derek from a distance. Quickly, she squatted and tried to leap away like a frog, but she suddenly bumped into a muscular pillar—Derek’s leg. “Oh—fuck!!” she cussed. “Tiny thing, where are you leaping off to?” Derek asked with an unreadable expression. “What do you want this time?"

Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, and her piercing green eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the room. She strode towards me with a warm smile, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. I felt a shiver run down my spine as her gaze swept over me, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Hello," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I am Diva. And you are...?" I swallowed the food in my mouth, feeling a sense of unease under Diva's piercing gaze. There was something about her that didn't quite add up, something that made me feel wary.