Owen From Drop Dead Diva Novels & Stories

Owen shook his head. He replied smilingly, "It's already very late. Let's play again tomorrow." Then, he turned his head to look at a framed photograph sitting on his desk. It featured an extremely beautiful woman. That was Daphne Winchester, Stephanie's deceased mother. As Owen gazed at his beloved wife, a mixture of emotions filled his eyes, including love, longing, and pain. The time they had spent together was far too short.

For the first time, I felt that this was the life I was meant to live; not the cold mansion on Beacon Hill, where I tiptoed through each day, carefully playing the role of a proper mafia wife. My phone rang again. It was a message from Rachel. "Sofia, everything here has blown up. The family elders removed Dante as CEO. Massachusetts General Hospital fired Olivia, and she is facing federal criminal charges. Twitter is tearing them apart. You finally got your revenge." I looked at the message and typed back, "I don’t feel like I got revenge. I just wanted justice. Now, I just want to live well." Rachel replied with another message, "Oh, by the way, Dante’s been looking for you. He’s called me

“Luna Kayla over here!” “Is it true that Alpha Sebastian is in Reha?!” “What’s going to happen to Lakewood Corporation now ? One of them shoves a microphone in my face and the next thing I know, a loud gunshot blares in the air. “Oh goddess!” I gasp when I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder. I hear my name before my vision blurs and I fall to the ground. LATER THAT NIGHT “Oh thank goddess, you’re finally awake my dear,” Nina smiles at me from where she’s seated on her wheel chair.

I was an ugly outcast who did not fit in, death was the only way out for there was no use for me in this world. With more tears of anguish trailing down my face, I closed my eyes. Knowing that soon I would plunge and drown into this humongous ocean river, ending my life. Releasing one last terrified breath, I jumped and fell. Suddenly a gentle loving voice started speaking from nowhere. It was everywhere and ringing in my ears. Before I formed you in the womb Olivia Phillips, I knew you. Before you were born, I set you apart; I created your inmost being and knit you together in your mother`s womb.

“You’ll see. I have a strategy.” “Whu do i doubt that?.” I continued laughing. “Strategy number one: persistence” Owen said, not minding me. “Strategy number two: humor. Strategy number three—” “Annoy her into submission?” I supplied. “Exactly!” He pointed at me. “O knew you'd get it.” I shook my head, completely amazed. “You’re a fool.” “Maybe. But fools fall in love too.” For a moment, I said nothing. My eyes wandered to the window again, the city glimmering in reflections of steel and rain.

Haley looked at Owen seriously. "You're a brave young man, so don't cry so easily in the future." Angela, being a little girl, hadn't cried much since she was born. "Haley, I won't cry anymore... I just, haven't seen you in so long, so I missed you a little bit." He blushed as soon as he said that. Ivan's mouth twitched. When did Owen start speaking such cheesy words? How come he didn't know? And what kind of magic did this woman possess that made Owen, the little demon king, look so pitiful?

I peered around the corner, unable to stop myself. I was met with the sight of the flight attendant climbing up on Owen’s lap like a tree, wrapping her arms around his neck while he leaned back, seemingly trying to distance himself from her. I wanted to break both of their faces. That woman for climbing up on his lap and his for letting her. “Yeah, you are right. She is freaking nobody and not good enough for me,” Owen replied with a chilling coolness. My stomach dropped as I fought back tears. “What?” I whispered to myself.

Darryl said impatiently as he put down his glass. Rachel's knees almost buckled; her face was full of regret. She should not have asked Ewan to pretend to be Indomitable Darby, but it was too late. "Darryl." A lady stood up and called for Darryl; it was Ophelia Lane. Ophelia looked really sexy. She wore a wine-red pencil skirt that showed her bodyline, a pair of stilettos and she also let her long curly hair down—all those made her even sexier.

He saw Joseph standing at the opposite room's doorway, with a servant pushing a suitcase out of the room, and Livia following closely behind. Owen raised his eyebrows in surprise. What's going on? Is the bad woman going to be driven away by the devil king? Livia saw him at a glance and couldn't help but pause her steps. She smiled at him and said, "Zack? Are you awake? Aunt didn't wake you up, did she?" Owen furrowed his brow. For some reason, no matter how fiercely this wicked woman glared at him or how warmly she smiled at him, it did not affect his disgust towards her.

Owen said, stooping slowly to sit on the floor. “I know where it is... I left it there.” “Please don't tell me you forgot the other end of the cord at candidate one’s office,” Isabella asked, looking incredulous. Owen had nodded to affirm; he was too amused to admit it by mouth. “Oh my God, I missed my Robin Johnson show for nothing.” Isabella cried, running her small hands over her hairy scalp. “You’ve sold us out, Owen. What if he finds out, and... and what about his mistress? She obviously knows our mom." Nathan said, accusingly staring into space.