Divergent Novel By Veronica Roth Novels & Stories

XAVIER POV I had called Diana earlier while Veronica was busy filling out the kids’ school forms. She didn’t hesitate for a second—just agreed and showed up. Everything fell into place perfectly. One by one, the pieces of my plan were locked together. Now, with Veronica’s hand in mine, we stepped into The Eclipse Grand. I couldn’t stop looking at her. The way the soft lighting caught her skin, the slight flush on her cheeks, that mix of awe and disbelief in her eyes—she was breathtaking. More beautiful than anything this overpriced hotel could offer.

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.

The reinforced glass and the floor panel beneath my feet give way at the same instant. There's no dramatic crack. No warning groan of stressed metal, nothing a person could brace against. Just a sudden, sickening absence of support, the floor simply ceasing to exist under me. My body drops. The world tilts sideways and then isn't sideways at all, just falling, wind screaming past my ears loud enough to swallow every other sound, twelve stories of empty air opening beneath me like something that's been waiting all morning for the chance. I have no wolf. No shift. No claws, no fur, no second skin to catch me. Only the silver pendant flying upward against my throat, weightless the way I am, and

Thalia finished reciting the spell and before I could dissolve the dizziness in my head, I felt myself crashing onto a hard rock, and something more heavier than a mountain instantly smashed against my backbone, forcing me to bite down on the pain. Soon, the situation unraveled to our eyes. I had fallen onto Rotip, while Thalia had crushed my backbone. We were stacked up on one another like dead bodies. Thalia got up first, giving me a chance to roll over on my back. “Mercedes!” Rotip’s voice thundered into my eardrum. As I looked ahead of us, my eyes fell on a bare woman’s body, lying on the ground. I looked around and noticed that we were inside the devil’s den, but the throne chair looked

Warning: This chapter contains mature themes such as violence and assault(physical), which might be triggering. Reader discretion is advised. The hooded stranger pounced on the goon nearest to Evelyn and threw him across the room with such force that he hit the window smashing it into pieces. Another guy intervened, and the hooded man punched him hard.

Craig asks. It takes Drake a while to speak, as if he's having a hard time voicing what happened. “One of the young she-wolves from our pack… Rena… She hasn’t found her mate yet. And… She… But…” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. After a while, he opens it, and all I see is bloodthirst. “She’s been sexually assaulted. Possibly by a Rogue.” Everything stops. The wind turns as cold as ice. Air has been sucked out of my lungs. My heart stops beating. And the tension in the air becomes as heavy as anything can be.

I shook my head about to cry, “Rhea, Jason. She’s my fucking best friend you knave!” For a second, he hesitated. Then he leaned back, smirking. “Yeah. So?” The casualness of it broke me. “SO?! SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND! AND YOU—YOU’RE MY HUSBAND! HOW COULD YOU BOTH DO THIS TO ME?!” Jason sighed, rubbing his temples like I was the one causing him pain. He gave me a warning glare and he looked like he was going to walk right over and punch me. “Veronica, stop being dramatic. You knew this marriage was over. You can’t even give me a child. What did you expect?” He said brutality and I stared at him, my heart scattering into tiny pieces

For hours, I stayed like that, crumpled on the floor, my tears soaking the cold, hard surface beneath me. When I finally opened my eyes, the room was bathed in the soft orange glow of dusk. The clock read 7 PM. I didn’t know when I had fallen asleep, but my tears had finally run dry. My heart still ached, but something inside me had shifted. I wasn’t in distress anymore. I was numb. I stood up slowly, my body heavy with exhaustion, and walked toward the bed. As I moved, my eyes caught sight of a piece of paper lying on the table. I picked it up and stared at it. On the top, in bold letters, were the words: Divorce Papers.

"They tried to expose him, to bring him to justice, to let the system handle him. And they both died trying." "So what's different this time?" I looked at Merald, at Sarah, at Daniel, and I smiled. "This time, we're not playing his game. We're playing ours." The sun was rising over the city, painting the sky in shades of orange and red, and I stood by the window with my hand on my stomach and my heart full of something I hadn't felt in months, hope. "That was just the beginning," I whispered, watching the smoke still rising from the burning building. Merald came up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder.

And now I'm ready for whatever comes next. I turn toward the tunnel exit. Toward the surface. Toward the people waiting. Toward my future. But as I take the first step, something shifts. Deep in the earth. Beneath the vault. Something ancient responding to the bonding. A presence. Massive. Old. Waking. Not the stone. Something else. Something that's been sleeping under Iron Valley for centuries. And my bonding just woke it up. --- **[End of Chapter 146]**