Divergent Candor Novels & Stories

~Elena’s POV~ "Just sign the damn papers, Elena." Damian's voice is flat. Devoid of any emotion. Like I’m nothing. He talks like our time together, the kisses, the way my name dances on his lips every time he is on the edge, the flowers, the dates, the 'I LOVE YOUs', the memories, the promises, like they all meant absolutely nothing. I stare at the divorce papers in my trembling hands, my breath coming off in pants, my pulse hammering like a war drum inside my chest. My fingers tighten around the pages, as if by sheer force I can crush the reality staring me in the face.

"I’ve seen the news. I’ve seen that woman’s little performance." "I'm so sorry, Dad," I whispered, the exhaustion finally cracking my voice. "I know this reflects poorly on the company. I’m working on a statement now. I’ll fix it, I promise." "Stop," he said firmly. "I didn't call for an apology. I called to see if you were okay. People like that jobless Woman thrive on chaos, Scarlett. They use noise to distract from their own emptiness. I know who you are. I know the work you’ve put in to build your own name, separate from mine and certainly separate from his."

Carolyn pursed her lips and muttered quietly, "This is what I said, but can you just ignore my words like a fart?" Ariella chuckled, "Carolyn, you have beauty, you have a great figure, and you have height, well, let's forget about that, maybe being in a coma for three years delayed your growth a bit, but at least you're still 5'3"! You are Ms. Carolyn of the Maddox family, you are also a top student, why don't you have confidence in yourself? Even though Carsen is tall, handsome, and talented, well, why am I praising him again? You are clearly excellent yourself, why do you act like you're not good enough for him?"

Nathan's expression turned dark. "Your actions are different from what you say. Why are you apologizing yet keep on meeting her casually? Now you are pleading with me to disregard everything for the fact that you are indecisive. It is clear as the sky that you are interested in her, your majesty. Accept that!" Shandri exclaimed. The room is filled with silence. (The queen is already pushing the divorce. Everything will proceed as planned.) (No matter what you do... the story will flow just how it should be. You will fall for the female protagonist. I don't have any plan to change anything other than me exiting the story alive.) Shandri thought seeing Nathan's expression.

Lilly I couldn't get my mind together The thought of marrying Sabistan, my ex-husband's uncle, wasn't it for me. I seek revenge but I am better off alone. I am currently divorced, hated by my family and even my twin sister. I have a child in my belly without a father. I can't even get to remember who I was with that night and now this? I really need to leave here and truly understand what it means to be free and think.

That Changes Everything Because that meant one thing. They wouldn’t all choose the same path. The First Divergence The hunter zoomed into one. A small gap. Barely formed. It Stabilizes A faint structure emerged Soft. Fluid. Then It Spoke “I… exist…” Harmless Curious. Open. Another One The projection shifted. A different gap. This One Forms Faster Sharper. More defined. Its Voice Came Cold “I define.” Theodore Tenses “I don’t like that one.” Eryndor’s Voice Darkens

The Devourer recalculates again—because this wasn’t submission. It was departure.

"Did you bring me noodles in order to convince me to sign the divorce papers, ex-wife?" "With only a bowl of noodles, I can get away with anything." Candice walked into the room as we were laughing. "What are you celebrating, guys?" "We’ve just finalized our divorce." I locked my gaze on Candice. I knew she would be unhappy, as she would now be forced to marry Dante. I’m not sure why she’s with Dante if she can’t marry him. Why does she claim to love him when she is incapable of committing to their relationship? Exactly what is it that Candice desires from Dante? Is there a secret motive at work? It is irrelevant to me. I smiled as I brushed everything aside in the back of my mind.

My legs felt lighter, but my heart pounded recklessly as the car door opened for me. “Miss Anna,” the driver said. As we pulled away, the question burned in my chest Was I moving on too fast… when my divorce wasn’t even final? Or had I just stepped into something far more dangerous than heartbreak?

I felt a slight pressure on the barrier and increased my focus so it wouldn’t give way. “Not bad,” Lucas muttered as he continued to probe the dome-like presence in my mind. I didn’t want to admit it, but the compliment felt good. I flinched when Lucas applied more pressure to the barrier from multiple points. He commented softly through the onslaught, “Let’s see how strong you really are.”