Seven Deadly Sins Diane Ass Novels & Stories

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

And his face — His face was soft. Not cruel. Not cold. Not the face of a Don assessing a threat. Soft. Like he is remembering something. Someone. A version of himself that died a long time ago. I close my eyes. She's not special, Lucinda said. But I know better. Anne is the most dangerous woman in this house. Because she has something I never will. Luca's heart. And I don't know how to kill something that is already dead.

Nathan quickly wiped his hands on a napkin and rushed over, assuming it was Davis—they hadn’t spoken properly since that afternoon. But when he saw the screen, his stomach dropped. The name glowing there wasn’t Davis at all. NOAH The name burned on the display. For a moment Nathan didn’t know what to think. A look of pure disgust crossed his face. “Why the fuck is he calling me?” he muttered, more to himself than to Anabelle, though she clearly heard every word. She leaned forward instantly, surprised. She rarely heard her brother use curse words. “Who? Who’s that?”

Two ruthless, competitive brothers — identical, dangerous, and completely obsessed with breaking me. Rylan leaned in and bit my earlobe. “Run while you still can, Diana. Or stay… and find out exactly how filthy this game is going to get.”

Except maybe one, and she is standing right behind him. "I am Santo Ganovese. A vulgar waitress doubled with a whor... "Shut up, Santo," I interrupt him curtly, so he doesn't say anything more. He finally realizes that I'm not looking at him and freezes on his spot. He quickly turns his head behind us, and I can swear I see the panic in his eyes for a split second. Didi looks at him coldly. Her dark circles look even darker than usual in the light of day. Everyone in the Family knows that she works too much, and everyone knows it except Santo.

Ancient healer's blood can give new life to many species. "You what?What were you about to say" One of the elderly women with blond hair and grey strands asked . "Nothing" .I pressed my lips together in a thin line.They looked at each other then back to face me. "All the evidences are proving that Miss Stones was indeed present at the crime spot and tried to kill our alpha according to the law she will be sentenced to death but as there was no solid evidence and Miss Stones do not belongs to supernatural world so, hereby we announce Miss Kimberly Stone guilty and she will be lashed hundred of times before the entire pack so everyone will think twice to commit this type of crime ". I was drag

He caught a glimpse of his four men lying dead on the floorboard, their eyes wide open - lifeless and bloodshot. "Hi there, David." Diane came out from the front passenger seat, her dirty red sultry dress dragging along the ground as she took a few steps, flipping her hair and setting her glaring golden-brown eyes on the two men before her. "Oh. And Tray," She added with a hint of sarcasm.

"If that bastard Azriel is in on the plot, isn't Elenor the same?" My jaw hardened. My hands balled into a fist. "Fuck." "Speak!" Stuart roared, followed by a loud slap. I turned to him. He shook his head in frustration. "Little miss Jasmine is surely dead by now." That was all Diane said before she rolled her tongue and bit down on something. Her head drooped, her mouth foaming. A suicide. Dread crawled over my skin. "Shit!"

You could hear the malice, the pure hatred in her tone. Diana’s face went from white to gray. "That... that’s not what it sounds like! You’re twisting things!" I didn't even argue. I looked at Melvin. "Play the East Wing footage." The large screen on the wall flickered to life. The elders leaned forward as they watched Diana and Eve drag Catherine’s limp body across the floor. But the real blow came when the audio kicked in. Diana’s voice, clear as day, bragging about killing Arcie, my first mate, because she wouldn't give me up.

Diana’s scream. “She’s dead,” I said quietly. Bianca frowned. “Who?” “Di. Diana’s sister. Kelvin killed her.” The room went silent except for the rain drumming the roof. George’s mouth fell open. “You’re joking…” I shook my head. “She died protecting him. Kelvin. That bastard.” Bianca covered her mouth, tears spilling down her cheeks. “Oh, holy goddess…” Her voice broke. “May her soul find peace.” The sound of her pity shattered the last restraint I had left. I turned, stormed toward the garage.