Diva Novel Novels & Stories

She wore a black bodycon dress, and her make-up seemed perfect with smokey eyes and red lipstick. The lady first saw Triston and ignored him. She then looked at Evelyn with a bored expression, but Evelyn's personality piqued her interest. This girl looked different compared to the other girls studying at this University. While most of the students here were from elite backgrounds and dressed like models for a fashion show, this girl had a badass style. Evelyn smiled at the lady and said, "I am Evelyn Grace, the new scholarship student." " Oh! That's you?" the lady asked.

"Well, he met and married a Korean woman who was tending his injuries. They fell in love and left my Lola to raise her daughter alone. The family doesn't want to discuss him, especially your Lola Vicky." It's no wonder Lola Vicky is bitter toward Tita Diana. She already had set a man for her to marry, and she took that trip to meet Uncle Jacob because her father left his wife and child for another woman. "So, make sure you marry him before he runs off with someone, and you have to raise two kids." "Mum," the shower stops as Don is done showering. "Don will never leave me." "How sure?" The bathroom door opens as Don steps out, letting the steams out as I stare at his glory. His rip-shiny body

She pressed her face to my ankle and began to scream at the top of her lungs. "You can't pretend that we have nothing to do with each other, Mr. Johnson! My daughter warmed your bed for five years. You can't just kick her to the curb as you please. Even the women here have a clear price tag when they sleep with someone…" Maria's loud voice had attracted a small crowd. I hadn't expected her to say something so shameless. Elena continued kneeling on the floor. She didn't dare lift her head, too ashamed to face the onlookers' criticisms.

Those two keep ganging up on me — Hope and her father — and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. A breathless laugh escaped me, but I shook my head, as if that could scatter the thoughts. I pulled up to Aiden’s building and took the elevator to the penthouse. Before I could even knock, the door flew open. Purple hair. Fiery eyes.Freya. Aiden’s baby mama or, well, more accurately, his one-night stand that turned into something permanent.... which happened while I was still married to Marcel. “Get out of my way, bitch,” she snapped.

"Divorce?" I shot him a smile, cold and sharp. "Fine." Damon froze like I'd just smacked him. Didn't expect that, huh? His mouth opened, no sound. I was already at my desk. "Sofia, get the divorce papers started," I said, grabbing a pen. "And let my father know—Damon's got something to say." "Vanessa, I—" "You want out, right?" I didn't even glance at him. "Then take it to the Don. Family rules."

Chapter eleven Serena's POV I was setting a table for a circus family, and honestly, I deserved a medal for it. There was a pig, a junior pig, an upcoming stripper, a drug addict pretending to be a nun, an anti-prodigal son with anger issues the size of a continent, and then there was the mysterious queen mother herself; Octavia Draven. If patience was truly a virtue, then by now I should have qualified for sainthood. Unfortunately, I preferred champagne to halos, and revenge to forgiveness.

Elsie and her yet-to-be-revealed soulmate. My new book titled "Daggers In The Hearts: A Marriage For Revenge" will be out this weekend, along with Elsie's Story, which title is yet to be revealed. ** Daggers In The Hearts BLURB ** Orphan. Abused. Marriage. Enslaved. And now, Revenge! When Zhanna was fifteen, she lost her parents and her uncle took her in.

"How dare he?" Anger surged through my veins. I started reading below that line and it didn’t take me a second to realize that it was written by Binnazun. The book was based on the legendary enmity between Angels and Demons and the mass exodus of demons after the partition of Heaven. The narrator was Binnazun as it was completely his side of the story which was nothing but a pool of white lies.

Salma followed her to the drawing room, where Diva was lounging with a tall glass of wine in her hand. “Isn't it too early to be drinking alcohol?” Salma asked as she sat in a chair opposite her. Diva groaned. “I love drama, but I don't like chaos. Girl, it's like a mad house out there.” “Tell me about it.” Salma smiled. “Children are everywhere. I almost stepped on a toddler!” The women laughed. “I can't believe I left Antonio in Paris to come back to this.” Diva took a large gulp of her drink. “I was enjoying a sunbath when your men came.”

Soon after we discovered that among the humans there were creatures that had no emotions, the humans would call them psychopaths. To the humans they felt no emotions but to us they had the ability to help us control being overwhelmed by emotions. We called them Divas. We began to study Divas, we created a ritual called ‘Amend’ where each cub before being born was assigned a diva. The mother wolf consumes the placenta of the diva when it is being born and the diva automatically becomes subject to her cub. The diva gets drawn to the cub after it has been born. Older divas of the parent werewolves groom the younger diva.