The Division Fanfiction Novels & Stories

A familiar sense of suffocation rose from deep within me, tightening in my chest and lodging in my throat. I couldn’t get a word out. "Mr. Sinclair!" A soft, melodic voice spoke up beside him. "I think I can guess what Mrs. Sinclair is worried about." It was Anne. Hector didn’t say anything, and his silence meant he wasn’t rejecting the idea. Anne let out a light, pleasant laugh before continuing smoothly. "After all, this is a divorce reality show. Mrs. Sinclair has to stand in front of a national audience and say she wants a divorce.

Zion and Dennis looked at him, puzzled. After flicking the ash off his cigarette, he leaned back and said, "I'm just allowing her to enjoy herself for the time being. Once she's had her fun, she'll come back to me. I would never let her marry someone else!" Both Dennis and Zion were rendered speechless, as they learned that Noelle and Quentin never truly divorced. "Wait, so how'd you get the divorce certificate?" Dennis asked, confused. Quentin responded, "It's fake." Deniss was at a loss for words. Zion, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief as he realized he hadn't ruined his friend's marriage. He would've felt awful if Quentin had divorced Noelle because of what he said.

I had spent so long playing characters, pretending to be someone else, while my actual life was being orchestrated behind closed doors by a man who chose to play the villain just to keep me breathing. "Did you sign the divorce papers?" Daniel asked quietly, breaking the silence. "Oh, come on, Daniel. Don't start with that." I closed my eyes, a wave of irritation flattening the exhaustion in my chest. "You have to," he pressed, his tone heavy with practical worry.

“Your precious wife clearly reeks of another male!” At her words, all protests died in Kaan’s throat, and his eyes moved from his mother to me, stunned. “The bitch has been spreading her legs for another Alpha!” Agnes continued to rage. “She’s been whoring around behind your back, Kaan, and this divorce is just an excuse to run off to her lover!" Kaan shook his head disbelievingly, but I met his gaze coldly. Not even bothering to defend myself. Then slowly, his eyes dropped to the papers in his hands, and he read.

I said quickly, reaching out to him, pressing my hands against his chest just to make some type of connection in this moment “I know how this looks. But I want you, I really do. It’s just… it wouldn’t be fair to Aiden.” He said nothing, but his jaw clenched tighter. “I don’t think he’s out there cheating on me right now,” I continued, “but I’ve been with you—constantly. And tomorrow we’ll sign the divorce papers properly. So if you can wait a few hours, just a few, I’ll leave early in the morning and come back here… fully yours. Though you already know I am.” My voice dropped, soft. “I’ll be Aria King again. And I want that.”

It’s only moral to postpone the Pandora’s box that I’m about to unleash and seclude it up until next week. “You know how much I love you, Serena. And I’ll give the world to you,” he slid his hand towards mine and held it genuinely. Why do I feel like leveling to my father’s gameplay? Playing the field, and reaching out with no one to help? Maybe the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. “I love you too-----.” Liam’s composed façade suddenly turned into a curious glare. “What is this in your wrist?” he said examining the purplish broken rings.

Chris paused as he stared at Daniel with a measuring gaze “What do you think? Or should I call her and ask?” “No need.” Daniel felt a bit panicky as he met Chris’s piercing gaze, he struggled to hold on to what little mental fortitude he had and spoke feigning a magnanimous expression, “That’s reasonable. My lover has no objection, she just misses them too much and was hoping you would send them over.” Inwardly he was laughing as he thought ‘Once he takes the kids, dream on, if you think that he would bring them back.’ “Once the divorce is completed, and if my kids agree, sure.” Chris sat back, with a relaxed aura as though everything was within his control; only he knew how much strength he

“Don’t tell me you’ve been beating yourself for the Alpha’s poor choices?” “It’s my fault you’re in here,” I insisted. “It’s not,” he laughed. “I knew what I was getting myself into when I decided to help you with your divorce.” At the mention of the word divorce, all the warriors behind me acted as if they had heard something impossible. They were of no relevance to this conversation so I ignored their gasps and sudden whispers. “I’ll get you out of here, I promise.” I didn’t know how but I would try my darn best to make sure he got out of here.