The Bad Guys Diane Kiss Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mabel leaned over, whispering, “That was quite a show. I think everyone is convinced now.” “Convinced of what?” Dianna asked, curiosity pricking at her. “That you’re Clinton’s woman.” Dianna laughed softly, but the warmth in her chest lingered. The kiss may have been a dare, but to her, it wasn’t just that—it was something she had always wanted. And deep down, she hoped Clinton had wanted it too.

After trying many dresses, she finally selected a sexy fitted black gown which had a deep cut neckline and reached up to her upper thighs. She applied red lipstick on her lips and blew a flying kiss to her mirror- self .' today Daniel must kiss on my lips.' she said excitedly. Her doorbell rang and no one needed to tell her who the person is at the door. She opened the door and hugged him. Daniel wanted to hug her but he didn't want her to think that they have any chance together. " Come in." Cathie said with a charming smile. Daniel entered and sat on the couch which was placed in the living room. Cathie sat on his lap and looked at his face. Daniel was looking upset and she noticed it.

I forced my hand to move and dropped my fork back in my plate just as the footsteps started to approach the dining room. “Do you want to join us for dinner?” Diane asked when the footsteps came to a halt. I held my breath and looked up. There was no way the universe wasn’t fucking with me. How did he manage to appear everywhere I was? Flynn’s eyes moved across the table. They passed over my parents, over Diane, over Richard, and over Lucas. Until they found me. His expression didn’t change as he looked back at Diane. “Already ate.” Diane’s smile stayed warm. “Are you sure? There’s—“

The hallway at the back of the apartment was narrow and dark. Diane walked it without turning on a light, which meant she had walked it enough times in the dark to know exactly where her feet were going. She stopped at the last door on the left, knocked twice, paused, then knocked once more. A specific pattern. The kind you only use when the person on the other side has learned to be afraid of knocking that isn't specific. A long moment passed. Then the sound of a lock turning. Then another.

Diana POV (Formerly known as Lily): I’m back at home dining with rage after what I had just found out, I threw my bag to the bed when it accidentally hit the remote, that’s when I see her, right in front of me, on the big screen. “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a guest with us today, I want you all to give a special applause to Mrs Rebecca Gaston Gomez” the host announced. Rebecca was on a Tv show.

“But since I am your friend, I am supposed to tell you the truth. You let the best thing that ever happened to you walk away. And for what? Diane?” Her name made me stiffen. “Don’t start.” “I already started. That woman is poison, and you know it. She smiles at me like I am dirt. She acts like she owns your life. And you just sit there letting her.” I gripped the glass. “It’s not that simple.” “It is,” he said. “Lisa, good. Diane bad. Simple.” I almost smiled. Almost. But the truth was heavier than his jokes. I drank again and let the silence hang.

She nods her head in fear and continues teaching not daring to ask further questions. The serpent rose tattoo on my wrist holds alot of power... after what happened at my first school, I met a guy named Dante. He helped me and we became best friends in no time, I later found out he is the boss of the Spanish mafia and I needed money, so he helped me train and turned me into the best fighter. I street fighted for a bit and became known as black rose, the undefeated. No one knows how "black rose" looks like they only know about the tattoo on her wrist, which is why mrs. Red got scared after I showed her my tattoo.

In her hands full of various flavors of popcorn and large sodas: the result of teasing Dadang. "But there's something more exciting in there, western horror, romantic-comedy, or—" "I want this." Alsava remained curt. Even though her eyes show no interest, she still insists on watching a film that is not convincing from the poster alone: ​​a creepy-faced kuntilanak, squatting, wrapped in a sarong, and staring up as if enjoying a poop in a latrine at night. "Seriously?" Dadang looked at the Alsava uncertainly. The girl just snacked blindly on popcorn. "Yes." Then pulled Dadang's jacket to the ticket counter.

Phoebe would get help and get me out of here. Fuck you brain for this thought. “You’re hesitating. You’re lying. aren’t you?” Nella sneers. “I am not. You’re far away from me and I was waiting for you to come closer. I’ll love to kiss you Nella. If it’s okay with you.” Don’t gag Kayla. Keep it down. She comes closer to me and I hear Phoebe retch. Nella’s eyes turn dark and She’s about to turn towards Phoebe but I kiss her lips.

"Whatever, your taste is bad. We're not good for each other cause in reality we're opposite." "Well, opposite attracts miss." "When will you shut up, Diane?" "Hehehe... I'll be the president of the fandom between you and Mr.Sapphirus." "Funny." "I'm not joking, miss. I'll create a fan page later." "I swear, Diane." "Don't be so killjoy, in fact deep down your heart you like it too you're just being in denial." "Do whatever you want," I said before leaving her to start a photoshoot with Rogue.