Divergent Fanfic Novels & Stories

We were about to step into the danger zone, but I knew I wasn’t alone. “Moon Goddess, please let me do my best... for Phoenix.” I looked out at the crowd. Right in front, I spotted Tyra’s pink hair and her huge smile from across the room. She waved her phone, flashing a message that read: DIVERGENT WILL HOWL Then another message popped up: I LOVE YOU, FLAMMEE I smiled. Flammee—that’s the in-game name I chose during registration. Finley came up with it. He said, “Because you burn bright but move with elegance. Like fire.”

If he thinks the only way to prove this is real is to burn the system down with him, then that’s what we do. **E: I’m not a fan of Darius. Never have been. The arranged marriage is legacy bullshit my family shoved down my throat since I was born. I’m not marrying a marble statue for bloodline points. I want the scarred kid who kissed me like he was starving. And if that means flipping the board, the Fang, the accords themselves—then hell or high water, I’m flipping.** She didn’t wait for replies. She was already moving. Out the door.

Charlie asked. “Okay, listen,” Freya whispered dramatically. “You’re the only person I can say this to. I’ve been having these... inappropriate thoughts. Not just one voice in my head—two. And both of them are screaming, ‘Diverginize! Now!’ Like it’s some kind of emergency evacuation plan.” “And when it’s Kenneth?” she added. “It’s like I’m possessed by two demons of lust. One wants to pin him to the wall, the other’s like, ‘Skip foreplay, we’re on a tight schedule!’”

Yeah, he is still acting innocent when he was never one bit. "I want a divorce." I could just leave him. But I don't want to have him still be associated with me. We can just go our separate ways on mutual consent. I don't want his money. I just won't have a home and a mate who loves me. Nothing more than this I want for me. Morgan leaned on the edge of his office table and cross his arm against his chest. He cocked his head to the side and smirk. Gone is the Morgan who welcomes me warmly just seconds ago.

He added in a harangue: “That Vivian in any essence has no legal right to divorce him, and that divorce proceeding is the act of a hussy.” This is night Charles was staid and grew in constant speculation on this divorce case till he was seized by drowsy fit and fell fast asleep on a wooden bed. In his sleep, he dreamt about Vivian being married to a man richer than himself – with whom she had gone shopping. In his dream, he saw that she was pregnant and would soon bear a child to her second husband. In that fantasy also, she waved him goodbye and could not show love interest on him any longer. While she was waving him, he ran towards to grip her for an embrace, as he use to do during the per

"Yes! That's how useless and stupid I can be as long as I want to see you in pain!" Diva shot back at her. "I would be forever happy to see that everything you owe are all destroyed!" Sarah closed the distance between them and came face to her, her he ain't, overshadowing that of Diva. Diva was average and Sarah was lot taller than her being an Alpha blood that no knew about after so many time.

Lycus’s soft voice played first: “I’ll come back to you soon.” Sandra’s sweet, scheming giggle followed. “Lycus, can I claim the Devotion Lattice tomorrow? Sundar’s identity would be perfect for our honeymoon story. I get to be Sundar, don’t I?” After a short pause, Lycus’s gentle, indulgent voice sealed all lies. “Okay. Tomorrow, I’ll announce you as Sundar.”

His hatred for that Gohaven man named Channing Oakley burned fiercely. But what could he do? The man came and went as he pleased. There was no way to stop him. Gunnr was so angry that he could practically dig up Channing's ancestral grave in rage. … Ray appeared to have left, but after circling around, he returned. He stood inside a building, still three kilometers away from the residential complex occupied by the Fanghold. Yet, his spatial perception was already enough to cover the entire area. Fanghold had only a little over three hundred members. But inside the complex, there were nearly a thousand people. Some were women they had taken by force, kept to satisfy their base desires. More w

"And I'm gathering more every day. So here's what's going to happen. You're going to leave Raven alone. You're going to stop spreading rumors. You're going to stop this harassment campaign. Or I'm going to release everything I have to the pack council and your reputation will be destroyed." "You wouldn't dare," she said. "Watch me," he said. Dante suddenly appeared, pushing through the crowd. "What's going on here?" "Your fiancée is threatening my girlfriend," Alaric said. "Again." "Girlfriend?" Dante said, looking at me. "So it's official now?" "Yeah," I said. Something flashed across Dante's face. Anger maybe, or jealousy. But it was gone quickly. "Luella, let's go," he said, grabbing her

"The daughter of the Frostfang pack is not so desperate as to beg someone to become her mate." Uncle George stepped forward, leaning on his cane as he spoke in a solemn voice. "Since words have been spoken to the absolute, this mate alliance is hereby dissolved. Ryan, return to your room immediately and copy the ancestral rules. Do not take a single step out until you finish!" Ryan still wanted to argue, but he was forced back by Uncle George's sharp gaze. He glared at me fiercely, then turned and left with his fists clenched. Lily cried pitifully, tugging at Ethan's sleeve, "Ethan, it's all my fault. Don't be angry with Blair because of me…"