Strange Sally Diamond Review Novels & Stories

It was a rectangular machine with an LCD machine on top and three buttons below it, but without any labels or words. And there was an indentation lower down, which looked like it could fit Frank's ring. When Sally saw it, she smiled. "I'm surprised that the group has such advanced technology, inventing something like that! That said… Do you really trust them, handsome?" Frank ignored her and instead asked, "Are you staying here?" Seeing that Frank was not allowing her to stay, Sally simply beamed and left, while Frank took off his ring. He glanced at the indentation, and seeing nothing inside, he wondered if he should put the ring in it.

"Just... strange." "It reads like it's been curated." Diamond frowns at the letter. "Planned. Something doesn't feel right.” I have to agree with him. Something about the conditions feel awfully staged, like a precursor to something explosive. Carlos stares at the paper. "Should we go?" Achilles nods. "Well, there is only one way to find out." *** DIAMOND POV: It doesn't feel good to be immediately back in business after what happened between Alice and me. I wanted to relax with her and just stay inside the happy bubble for a while, but that doesn't seem possible.

I tried my best to look sad during the funeral process, truth to tell, I was dying to get out of this place and drink some strong liquor, What kept me sane was the satisfaction of watching Robert break down like a baby, Diana was trying her best to comfort him, I watched on in silence inwardly laughing at how silly they looked, Eventually, my eyes reached where Sally was in her wheelchair, I took my time looking at her dressed in the dress I had gotten for Grace a few months back, thinking of it, I realized Grace had never wore that dress, I was satisfied with how it seemed to fit Sally perfectly, she looked beautiful, I found myself walking towards her until I was standing next to her, "Hey

Damien finally arrived and found his dad and Vanya waiting for him just as he expected. "Good, you're here. Vanya will take you to Sally's house," his dad said. "Who is Sally?" Damien looked at him curiously. "One of the strippers in our club La Bella. That stupid bitch decided she wants to quit dancing because some customer touched her inappropriately," Ivan said and made a mocking gesture. "I need you to go over there and scare her a little so she'll come back to dancing. No one leaves my club under my watch," Ivan scoffed.

I focus so hard on the window and outside I don’t notice someone coming into the room. “Welcome Savannah, I am Dr. Ashley. I will be doing your check-up and psych evaluation” she says to me with a smile. I jump a little as she introduced herself and just stare at her. She has fiery red hair with emerald green eyes. She is absolutely gorgeous, and it makes me feel self-conscious. I looked terrible and I know it.

I hurried out of my wooden cabin and went back to the way to fetch water. The river was far away, and by the time I reached there, my legs were aching in pain. I worked until night fell. As I was holding the water bucket tightly with my shaky hands, I ran into Sally. Sally was a vicious woman who had never lost a hunt. To see her here, on the Forbidden Mountain, meant that death had finally arrived. It was my bad luck that she admired Alpha Justin and had always despised me. "Whore, you are here!" Sally spoke with disgust.

Then she extended a perfectly manicured hand. "Hello. I suppose we’ll be colleagues." We exchanged stiff pleasantries. To avoid a scene, Sally pulled me toward a display. "Ivy, look. These." They were champagne silk heels with diamond-encrusted ankle straps. They were delicate, lethal, and perfect. "Oh, those are exquisite," a sales assistant gushed. "They look tailor-made for your arch, miss!" I stepped into them, and even I had to admit the transformation was startling. "Buy them!" Sally hissed. "You’ll be a weapon in those!"

“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.

"Then I hope he brought body bags for himself and every bastard he’s sending because if Sally even gets grazed, I am tearing this city down to ash." Just then, the door opened and the room lit up... Sally. "Damn." She was wearing red, my favorite sin. A wine red-colored dress that wrapped her like a fucking gift. One slit up her thigh, and heels that made her legs look longer, lips painted like cherries kissed by poison. I felt every ounce of blood in my body shift course just by staring at her. Victor saw the look in my eyes and wisely excused himself. "Fuck, princess." I muttered, crossing to her. "You trying to give me a heart attack before dessert?"

But just then, her thoughts were cut off as a voice from behind her stated, “Maya, thank God he’s finally down. How are you?” Maya looked behind her and saw a familiar girl wearing that same outfit that the other flamingo dancers were wearing. Maya smiled, “Yeah, thank you, Sally, for helping me out.” The girl- Sally sighed out of relief as she removed her wig cap, her luscious chestnut brown hair fell down her face so elegantly, well, after all, she was a princess. Elegant is her true nature as a princess. Sally covered up herself with a silk bathrobe and said to Maya, “But I have to say, Maya, I was shocked when you messaged Oli and me on F******k that you were Russia. Speaking of which, w