The Division Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Franco’s POV. I watched as Diva stood, her eyes locked with her mom's. And then, without a word, her mom gestured for her to come closer. Without thinking twice, Diva ran to her, throwing her arms around her mom's waist. "Mom!" she said, her voice full of relief and joy. And as they hugged. I felt a flash of irritation at the scene before me, a sudden anger welling up inside me. It wasn't fair, I thought, for them to be so happy when my world was falling apart.

"Don't push it." I struggled and yelled, "Let me go!" Damian rushed over. "Take it easy, Ms. Chloe. We're just having some fun, aren't we?" I snapped, "Fun? I'm not going to degrade myself for a contract." "Come on!" The man from the Building Department sneered coldly. "Do you have to put it that way? You're a divorcee. You should know what men want." I glared at him. "What the fuck did you say?"

They had hundreds of notifications and messages, and it looked like they were all asking about Milka. Conor skipped them over and attached the photo to a new post. Hey, Divas! he typed. “Divas?” Aiden shrugged. “You called them Dirty J. Divas when me and Titus crashed your burger date with Bray. It kind of stuck with us, so we renamed our fans the Divas.”

With a voice clear as day, the lawyer said: “As for Cataleia Reiss winning the Auction, upon my death, she is to be divided amongst the brothers.” The lawyer’s words rang in her ear like a haunting melody. Her bones stiffened as she gazed at the hungry eyes of the five alphas around her. If she is to be shared… what would become of her? Would there be anything left of her? “How can that be? I cannot be shared! Do you know how difficult that is?! And besides… what kind of ‘sharing’ does this refer to?! What am I supposed to share when I have nothing to give?!”

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, the sting of humiliation and anger burning through me. Was this really necessary? I glared at him, my heart rising angrily but he stared at me unfazed. “Oh my God,” Yvonne gasped in fake shock and I shot her a glare. “Shut your mouth Yvonne,” I snapped “Don’t talk to her like that,” Dad said and I snapped my mouth shut. My father's gaze bore into me, his expression unyielding as he said, "I forbid you from having any sort of interaction with him again, Lora. You will sever all ties with this Lycan and never speak to him again. Do you understand?"

"I'll come to see you again soon!" The moment Jim left, Jocelyn looked at Lexie. "Lexie, I made a call to Davis just now. We’ll come to see you after work ends late afternoon. You rest up and don’t pay Jim too much heed. I can tell from a glance what kinda person he is!" Lexie looked at Jocelyn. "I can tell too. Don't worry, I only like Ch... Davis!" Jocelyn looked at her hesitantly and said, "You... as long as you’re aware. Also, don’t call him Chance anymore in the future. Chance doesn’t exist in this world anymore, only Davis. This is Davis’s own decision, do you understand?"

a phone , but i dont and i miss you " Lucian says i miss you too, arent you having fun with mom? " yeah" Javier says dryly then he whispers again " somethings off with mommy, she isnt walking or playing like at home" Lucian got concerned immediately, Lucian who was driving when Javier called. He pulled over in a parking lot and told Javier, "I will tell you but you cant tell your sister she will get worried too" Javier replied breathlessly " i understand go on " Lucian began to tell Javier, how Luna's foot is hurt and he has to be the man since dad isnt there, make sure shes okay but dont bring too much attention too it she didnt want to ruin the trip. Javier nodds his head as his dad tells

“Whatever! You're going to donate blood. End of discussion.” My eyes turn sharp. I am done with this shit! Taking a deep breath, I move my arm swiftly in a back rotation to push and lose his grip on me before pushing him away. With a dead look in my eyes, I decisively inform him, “Let’s get a divorce, Keegan.”

“Needed… for what?” He looked at me then and in that moment I understood he wasn’t just speaking as my father. He was speaking as a man who had lived long enough to see this world’s cycles, its divisions, its wars and grudges. “Two packs,” he whispered slowly. “Always divided. Always fighting. But… if the daughter of one alpha… loves the son of the other…” My father’s voice strained, but he kept going. “…maybe… that is what ends it.”

, Elora asked, " Yes", Noely replied firmly with no ounce of emotion in her tone, " you can get promoted, and can get demoted", " Our division is more exposed to more suffering, death, assault, and humiliation ", Libby said. " How can you get to the other division?", Elora asked curiously. Bree scoffed unable to answer that. " By sleeping with the pack's warriors? And gaining their favor?". Elora furrowed her brow to what Noely said.