Divergent Candor Novels & Stories

POV - GIOVANNI CARSON There was no doubt that we were toxic, foolish and naïve. Blinded by the mere thought of an everlasting tension. And it sucks when you know that you need to let go, but you can't because you're still waiting for the impossible to happen. I sat there, watching people dance to the erotic music, The lights constantly changed color illuminating the room with bright neon colors. blue. red. pink. purple. Each time the colors changed, so did my thoughts.

Charlotte asked, "Gregory, what are you talking about? We're husband and wife! How could we be strangers?" I knew she was panicking. She couldn't even remember what she had done today. I let out a cold laugh, my mouth twisting with contempt. "Charlotte, we got divorced today. We're not husband and wife anymore." The moment I said it, the unease surrounding her grew heavier. I didn't want to waste another word on her, so I turned to leave.

That was the question. “Selene,” Dominic said, “we need to act.” “Yes.” I looked at the system. At the patterns. At the convergence. And then— “We introduce divergence.” Cassius blinked. “Didn’t we just deal with that?” “Not like this,” I said. “How?” Kane asked. “We give it something it can’t replicate.” Arden’s eyes sharpened. “Such as?” I thought about it. About everything we had said. Everything we had defined. Everything we believed made us human.

But somehow, hearing it out loud still made my stomach drop. "No," I said quietly. "I don't." Dr. Vance's expression shifted. It was subtle—a slight tightening around her eyes, a faint downturn of her lips. But I'd spent years reading people's micro-expressions, and I knew exactly what I was seeing. “I don’t understand.” She asked coldly. “You don’t what? Have a wolf?” The pure disdain dripping from her voice left me cold. My fingers trembled but I kept my chin up as I replied. “Yes, Dr Vance. I’m an Omega.”

Clearly printed on the document were the words "Divorce Agreement" "Jenna, don't you love me anymore?" he asked in a trembling voice.

Then back to him. And for the first time since they met— Luke felt genuine dread. Because the figure wasn’t threatening him. It was certain time would. And somewhere deep inside the shifting realities— Something began collapsing again. Not because of the figure. Because another fracture had just opened. A natural one. Uncontrolled. The presence reacted instantly. “…catastrophic divergence detected.” Nyra’s eyes widened. “…already?” The figure looked toward the distant collapse. Then quietly said: “Now choose.”

Now, with the blue numbers of Charlie’s shell company still burned into his retinas, his forearm felt completely rigid. “Chloe is right,” Marcus said, his voice dropping into a flat, practiced baritone. “The merger requires absolute stability. The press cannot know about the divorce until the papers are finalized in ninety days. Until then, you stay here. Under my roof. Where I can see exactly what is happening.” Vanessa smiled, though her grip on his arm tightened slightly. “Of course. Whatever you need to feel secure, Marcus.” By afternoon, the penthouse had transformed into a psychological minefield.

"I came here today to make one thing clear: I'm divorcing you. I don't care what your answer is. I've made up my mind. If you won't sign peacefully, then I'll take this to court. I don't care if it takes years, but that might delay your little sweetheart's future." Madison looked like she was about to cry, giving Clement the most pitiful look she could muster. But his eyes didn't even flicker her way. His frozen expression shifted a little. Something in him seemed to click. "I see it now. You're just jealous of Madison. "I've told you more than once—we're nothing like what you think. There's nothing inappropriate going on between us. But you wouldn't understand. You grew up without family, s

Each of them offered a reasonable price. Before long, two companies agreed to buy the materials. When the wire transfer cleared, I looked at the sudden eighty million dollars sitting in my Chase offshore account. I felt nothing. That money should have been mine to begin with. I had contributed so much research to Falcone Pharmaceutical. Yet Dante was only willing to throw twenty million dollars at me in the divorce agreement. Why? Before shutting off my phone, I received a call from Dante. His tone was as casual as ever, carrying his usual confidence and arrogance.

It was a grotesque sight two fallen titans trying to find solace in the flesh because they had nothing left in the bank. Lydia’s stomach turned, a wave of pure revulsion washing over her, but she didn't look away. Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut and forced a series of jagged, heaving breaths. She faked a sobbing wail, the sound of a woman on the verge of a total mental break.