Divergent Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I ask Dante, still studying the photo. “Our team at IronClad is blocking it.” I nod. Good. “My source says Ashford filed for divorce this afternoon,” Vivian adds. “He is cleaning house now that his lover is back.” I make a sound. It might be a laugh, but it is cold and dry. I turn away from the window and sit behind the desk. My desk now. For the first time all day, I feel a spark of interest. “His wife,” I say, leaning back on the chair. “Do we have a name?”

Giving me this mental torture that I wanted nothing to do with. “Nina...” “Just indulge me, let’s play pretend. Would it be so bad if both of you actually tried to make it like a real couple?” He had Emma, and I was too late. My eyes widened, where the hell did that thought come from? “This is the real world, Nina, we aren’t kids to play pretend thinking about our favourite celebrities. In worlds like this, people get divorced, people watch the man they love make the other woman make a mockery of a vow they once made,” I replied, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.

"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…"

They were bright, cold, and triumphant. As Vanessa turned to leave, she had caught sight of Chloe standing in the shadows of the hallway. She didn't flinch. Instead, she paused, leaning close enough that Chloe could smell the liquor on her breath. “He’s mine, Chloe,” Vanessa had whispered, her voice a low, venomous purr. “He always was. You were just a temporary placeholder.” The memory burned like acid in Chloe's throat. Now, kneeling on the floor of the penthouse, she finally looked down at the divorce papers. The signature line at the bottom was blank, waiting for her name.