Divergent Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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? —

The moon hung there, half-eaten, pale and isolated. "I want a divorce."

Leaning in until his breath tickled my ear, he murmured huskily, "Your body doesn’t tempt me, my ugly wife." The words hit me like a cold slap. My eyes flew open, and the dream shattered. Reality came crashing down. I was back in my room, drenched in sweat, haunted by yet another fantasy that could never be real. I wiped my forehead and let out a bitter laugh, mocking myself. "I dream about the man who despises me, the man who happens to be my husband." Dragging myself out of bed, I stood before the mirror. My long hair framed my face, cascading down my back. Emerald-green eyes stared back at me, filled with sorrow. I was beautiful by most standards, but to Areen, I was ugly.

"Even though there's a saying that men and women can't be friends, everyone in the Red Fang Pack knows how much Savannah loves Rowan. Do you think it makes sense that Savannah would suddenly marry Cillian after divorcing the man she loved so much?" Suzan furrowed her brow. She had never speculated about this. "Be careful, Suzan. Maybe this is just Savannah's plan. She actually wants to take Rowan back from you by using Alpha Cillian." "Yep, Alpha Cillian is known for frequently changing girlfriends. It seems strange that he would suddenly marry his divorced friend." "Do you think his pack will accept Savannah just like that?" Suzan thought about it. Everything her friends said made sense. Sh

“Stop it.” He grinned, enjoying every bit of my embarrassment. “I love it when you get all red. But seriously, let’s put our serious faces on.” I rolled my eyes but nodded. “Okay.” Marcus continued, “You told me you want to divorce Ryan. And I didn’t think you said it because I proposed. I believe you. I know you want to divorce that disgusting piece of human.” He lifted my hand as he spoke, thumb brushing across my knuckles. “He’s not even… human. I wouldn’t call him human. Waste, maybe, but that’s still generous.” I nodded sharply. “I was going to divorce him anyway. This is nothing new. Yes, I want to divorce him.”

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor

Jodie Today, I, the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, am divorcing my fated mate—the man the Moon Goddess chose for me. The bond still burns under my skin, but he’s made his choice. And it isn’t me. It’s my sister. I sign my name on the divorce papers, my chest aching as the pen lifts from the page. The moment it’s done, a wave of nausea punches through me. I clap a hand over my mouth, but it's too late. Blood spills past my fingers, splattering across the freshly signed documents.

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!’”

“People say they haven’t lost a single game all season.” I took a deep breath. “That’s why I’m calling a 4–3 score. But I’m sure Divergent’s gonna win. Phoenix has something special planned for them.” Tyra nodded firmly. But before we could continue, mocking voices came from behind us. “Divergent Howls? Please. They’re just lucky they even made it to the finals,” one of Blaze Dominion’s fans sneered. “That Phoenix guy, people call him a genius, but he’s just lucky.”

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