Divergent Candor Novels & Stories

He gazed back at her, his eyes filled with love and admiration. For a moment, they simply stood there, lost in each other's embrace. The world around them faded away, and all that existed was the two of them, entwined in a fiery embrace. But as the passion began to subside, Samantha's mind was filled with doubts. What about her children? What about Lucas? Could she abandon them for a life as the Lycan Queen? Alexander seemed to sense her doubts, pulling away from her slightly. He looked into her eyes, his expression serious.

Was Tyler someone who would yield to just anyone? Cassandra waved the divorce papers in her hand. "Rachel, it's a good idea, but applied wrongly. You should spend your time looking through the divorce papers and signing them instead." "Mom, I've made myself clear. I won't divorce William," Rachel said firmly to Cassandra. Cassandra's face flushed red with anger. She pointed at Rachel, then said to Jim and Gerald, "Just look at her! Your good daughter! How shameless of her, insisting on hearing directly from my son for a divorce!"

No wonder Adrian warned me not to drag my feet over the divorce. Matthew's unexpected move disrupted all my plans. I thought I could finalize the divorce and head to Solaris to discuss the project with Fred. However, that was no longer an option. I feared something would happen if I went away.

She decided not to take the conversation further but to back away from it now, before it becomes a neighbourhood scandal. After this long discussion that existed between Vivian and her father, he decided this would probably be a good time to drop this entire conversation until he sees Charles face-to-face. He knew that discussing matters face-to-face were more than million letters, e-mails, telegrams and phone calls. Vivian and her mother left the piazza to the courtyard, though the admonishing words of her father over divorce discord had critically thrown her into a state of confusion. Her ideology to remarry was subdued by those strong warnings that her father rattled concerning the turn w

Because it removed the last illusion of shared grounding. Anna stopped. “…so what are we supposed to rely on?” Silence. Adrian answered after a moment. “Continuity of self.” Anna frowned. “That is not reliable.” “No,” Adrian agreed. “But it is all that remains.” Another silence. Longer this time. Then the system spoke again. But weaker. Less structured. INTERNAL DIVERGENCE STABILIZATION IN PROGRESS Anna narrowed her eyes slightly. “That sounds like damage control.” Adrian nodded faintly.

She won't. "Okay. We have no bond so nothing to worry about," Sarah says before clearing her throat. "I, Sarah Shaw reject Kraven hámundarson as my mate," Sarah declares with a straight back and strong shoulders. Kraven snarls as his mate bond snaps. But he makes no attempt to stop her and for that my brother gains a small ounce of respect from me. At least he isn't selfish enough to risk his mate going rogue. "Ready baby brother," I snarl as I let my body expand. My Alpha strength floods my bloodstream.

I have to work extra hard for me to get the things I want. Back in my apartment, I took a thirty minutes break and decided to text my cousins on W******p. Langa was offline, but Khanyiswa was not. I was eating my pop corn cuddled down on a couch while texting her. She decided to call me instead because we were texting different things at the same time.

, she said out loud. While she was walking absentmindedly, she accidentally bumped into something. It was a hard surface. She took a few steps back and tilted her head upwards. She realized that the something she bumped into was actually someone. A man.Her gaze was met with a pair of deep blue ocean eyes. She felt she could drown in those eyes and found herself almost drooling. He looked so handsome, like a prince out of some fairytale. Oh heavens, those eyes again! She could look at them all day long.

His jaw is set, and his dark eyes are so cold and heartless. He doesn’t even flinch under my glare, doesn’t so much as blink. He makes me feel like I’m just an inconvenient problem that he has already moved past. Like I never mattered. A sharp, bitter laugh escapes my lips, the sound foreign even to me. "You really have no soul, do you?" He says nothing. He shows not even a sign of remorse. That silence? That awful silence? It tells me everything I need to know. I feel sick. My stomach churns violently, bile rising up my throat. My fingers clutch the divorce papers so hard that the edges curl against my palm.

"Well, as long as long as said past is not extreme, I won’t give a fuck about his past. Projects like this cost real money. He can spend it on me as much as he likes. I’m a very expensive woman to keep happy." "What if he’s gay?" I asked, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. "Or worse... what if he’s happily married and boring?" Dara let out a theatrical sigh. "You were married once." "Well, yeah," I said, my laughter bubbling up despite the memories. "And now look how that turned out? I’m hiding in a new city building various projects." We both erupted into a fit of laughter, the sound carrying over the water, light and untethered for the first time in weeks.