Divergent Fanfiction Novels & Stories

How could it work without communication? Jun rubbed his face in frustration, then remembered the text from his friend when recommending Mr. Darker. . "Damn!" Jun complained. Then Jun cleared his throat. He was trying to contain his anger. "Mr. Darker, so how is the Cloverleaf site hack going?" Jun organized his sentence as neatly as possible. "You know what? My girlfriend, my friends, and I are having a hard time. And that site is the only..."

His voice fell to barely a whisper, his lips almost at my ear. "Then right now." I blinked. "What?" His hand rose. His fingertips — cold as always — came to rest against the side of my neck. "I'll turn you. Right now." His voice held a kind of fanatical calm. "Then you'll survive." The air crystallized. I looked at him. Then I took a step back. "No." He went rigid. Shock flashed across his face. "What did you say?" "Lucien, we're already divorced."

“Vivian brought me these. She brought me your little ghost, Nilah. And she brought me a nice stack of bank transfers and text messages showing you’re working with your father to bleed my company dry from the inside.” My heart stopped. The blood in my veins turned to pure ice. “What?” I breathed, my eyes widening in absolute horror. “Bank transfers? Texts? Darien, I swear to you on my life, I haven't spoken to my father since you dragged me out of that boardroom! I hate him! He’s trying to ruin me!” “I know Victor fabricated the texts,” Darien murmured, his voice suddenly going terrifyingly quiet, smoother than glass. His thumb moved, slowly wiping the tear from my cheek with a heavy, possess

She turns to Damon and pulls him in for a kiss. My vision blurs as I lay on the floor, my strength fading. Through the haze, I see Lyra pull Damon into a passionate kiss. The sight twists my heart with betrayal and pain. As darkness closes in around me, I fight to stay conscious, to make sense of the chaos around me. I want to scream, to lash out at them, but my body is failing me. I feel a deep sadness for what could have been, for the love and loyalty I had believed in.

Printed across the top in bold, ugly letters are data tags meant to trend on the mobile feeds. Blue-Claw’s Discarded Luna. The Promiscuous Future Alpha Bride. Greedy Omega. My eyes skim the raw text beneath the headers. The descriptions are foul. They call Penelope a golden-digger. They claim she spent her nights crawling into the beds of neighboring Alphas while I was away at the northern borders. They say she only took my hand to drain the Blue-Claw treasury dry, and that she stole the sacred Moonrock pendant out of the family vault before the divorce papers even hit the desk.

Sarah said, solemnly. Jake shook his head in disagreement. "Diva had truly been my friend since childhood I guess. We were always doing things together until she found her mate. The bastard got her attention and after some time he let her off, just as foolish as I was when I let you go but definitely I had my reasons he was too engrossed with other ladies so he broke Diva's heart and she was back at me again. She cried out her eyes and I decided to… will I say get revenge for her? Yes, I think so. I faked the news that Diva has become my fiance. With that, I made him suffer for treating her badly through my father's help and so we got our revenge," Jake taunted and everything became so clear

Every word was precise. Cutting. “You make us vulnerable.” The Room Collapsed Further Reality couldn’t handle it anymore. The cracks spread rapidly, tearing through walls, ceiling, space itself. Fragments of the world flickered in and out, unstable and shifting. The Others Reacted “Two…?” the woman whispered in disbelief. “That’s not supposed to happen.” “It’s not a split,” the glowing figure said. Their voice was darker now. Heavier. “It’s a divergence.” Divergence Two outcomes.

"Not at first. But when he realized what they were doing, he tried to protect you, to keep you safe, to make sure you didn't end up like your brother." I turned to Merald. "Is that true?" He nodded, his eyes wet. "It's true. I was supposed to marry you, to control you, to report back to them about everything you did. But I fell in love with you, and I couldn't do it anymore." "So you divorced me?" "So they would lose interest in you. So you could be free." "But they didn't lose interest." "No. They just found another way to get to you." I sat back down on the steps, exhausted and broken and more confused than ever. "So what do I do now?"

The concentrated smell of orange danced around him and Davi’s constant whimpers added to the seduction. The omega wanted to be served but Liam knew this was not what Davi wanted. With his hard-earned inhibitor, Liam injects himself and Davi but before he could carry the omega out of the study, his lips were caught with a violent bite and was pushed down on the sofa. The author has something to say: My son Davi is wild! and I love him for it BUT DO IT AFTER DIVORCE, OKAY?! Liam: *secretly hastens the divorce* I AGREE!

Once again, she looked at Darian with uncertain feelings before closing the door. In her room, Fahira remained awake, gazing at the ceiling. Her hands pressed against her chest, feeling the remnants of her racing heartbeat whenever she was near the man with brown eyes. Fahira wasn't sure if she had fallen in love with Darian. It felt like an owl yearning for the moon, an unattainable desire. The social divide between them seemed as vast as the sky and earth. Her love would only be a fragile thread hanging over an abyss. Fahira had to navigate that thin thread to reach her destination. But she realized she had no choice but to fall into that abyss.