Divergent Fanfic Novels & Stories

The sly bastard wasn’t going to let me go easily. “Sure you can leave just immediately after you tell me about this contract,” he said, locking the door behind him. There are two options, I could stall him out, but in the end, I would be the one to grow impatient. Or I could tell him the selected few bits and that would pacify him for a moment. The latter sounded more doable. I wasn’t in the right headspace to argue with him. Was I really in love with Sasha? “After the divorce, Sasha needed some help and we thought that….” I didn’t have to complete the words, he could fill in the blank spaces easily.

Lina stated firmly. Diva refused to even think that she had fallen for him. She liked him for now and that was enough confession for the night. She didn't want to think of love because she had a game to focus on. She wanted to make her dream game. "No, Lina. Stop messing up with my mind." Diva continued talking with Lina until she was tired enough. Most of the time, they had a debate about whether Diva was falling for Blaze or not. ★★★ On the other hand, Blaze had already returned to his room. He was confused at Diva's reaction.

– Aidan turned his face and looked at him over his shoulder. -I think so- then he turned inside his arms, he didn't know if it was because of the bond between them but he didn't feel repulsive, on the contrary, he longed for more contact with the alpha -Come on, I'm bored of this place and I want to work- –You're a workaholic– Dominic snorted. –I like what I do– he smiled as the alpha uncurled his arms, took his hand and helped him down the stairs at his own pace.

POV: DALIAH "Let me go!" I scream, my voice filled with desperation and anger, directed at whoever has a tight grip on my shoulder. As I turn to face my captor, shock courses through my veins, for it is none other than Dylan, the son of the Alpha — my secret crush and the one I was destined to be with. "You will be punished for what you've done. Do you even comprehend who Eunice is?" His fingers constrict around my neck, cutting off my air supply, and my vision blurs. "She is My Luna."

His lips pressed against mine with a desperate hunger, his hands roaming across my body, igniting a fire within me. A moan escaped my throat, but it was almost drowned out by his harsh words. “Is this what you’ve become?” Areen sneered, dragging his finger along my lower lip. “I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already moaning. How pathetic.”

That sounds like an angry aunt. “I'll see you later, my love. Please don't pull off any more disappearing stunts.” The call ended without her saying anything back. I stared at the time on my phone, 06h33. I can't believe today I'll be someone's husband. What did that girl feed me? —

“Then Rose Fred came into the picture. The chairwoman of D&D corporation had arranged a marriage between her and Felix, but he didn't want to be with her, so he chose me instead. At first, I was just a substitute until it became more than that. Rose was furious; she poured acid on my face and burned me. I felt my skin melt, I felt every bit of the unbearable pain, I looked horrifying, yet Felix stood by me. He said I was still as beautiful in his eyes. Rose was disappointed, so she kidnapped me and threatened Felix to divorce me. She tortured me brutally, and then she hanged me up, giving Felix 5 minutes to make his choice, because when it hit 5 minutes and 1sec I'd take my last breath. He h

I tried to follow her. But before I could catch her, she took a taxi and went away. I didn’t know what to do. So I call Evan. When he tracked her number, it was already evening. I went there, but the scene made me go crazy. She was in the bed with some man whom I didn’t recognize. I tried to ask her why she is here? But the man said he was her lover, and she wanted to be with her. I was so angry I take her from there forcefully and came back to my pack.

She had become unrecognizable. She gasped and scrambled to her feet, blinking as tears gathered in her eyes. I kept my gaze unwavering as our eyes locked. There was no point in faking tears anymore. I had changed—I wasn't falling for their manipulation ever again. “I know I’ve been disturbing you, but right now, I just want you to proceed with the divorce. I’ll bring the picture over. I don’t care if it’s a settlement or half his property—just help me divorce Sebastian,” she begged desperately, tears slipping down her cheeks.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m