Novel & Cerita The Division Fanfiction

“Lisa—” “I mean, come on,” she continued, rolling onto her stomach. “You’re staying in his estate, he’s taking care of you, you both had sex, even though you both refuse to talk about it, he personally checks on you—like, what is this? A W*****d fanfic?” I scoffed. “It’s not like that.” Lisa hummed, unconvinced. “Mhm. Right. So if I ask you what happened recently, you’d say…?”

“Less pressure. More isolation.” As if on cue, another wall shifted. Not closing in this time. Separating. A narrow corridor opened at the far end of the room. Unlit. Unknown. The device displayed a single line. OPTION PRESENTED. Grant stared at it. “They want us to choose whether to split up.” Dylan nodded once. “Classic divergence test.” My stomach tightened. “And if we don’t?” “Then they learn we resist separation.” “And if we do?” “They measure who we prioritize.”

Sonia and Daniel was having a discussion. She seemed to have gotten upset with what he had said. Anger smoldered in her chest. "Don't forget that we are going to divorce after this is over," she threatened. A little blush was found between Daniel's eyebrows and spread quickly to cover his whole handsome face. Like a gust of wind, his long fingers swept over her face dangerously. "Are you so eager to leave me?" His eyes were as deep as ink. A flame wildly swayed inside, but it couldn't light up the darkness around.

she paused her lips, baffled I could say that. “Tell your crazy bitchy friend to stay with away from me”Diva whined as I smiled at her. “She's at the dorm, you could go tell her yourself" I replied unbothered about her tantrum. Everyone knows that Diva has always had eyes on James, she sees me as a rival…that doesn't move me an inch anyway. She glared at me, chest raving up and down. I started packing up my book.

The question hung in the freezing sea air between us—heavy, ancient, and filled with twenty-two years of lost time. "Yes," I said without hesitation. "I would tear up every divorce draft. I would burn every court order. I would spend every day learning how to be a husband instead of a tyrant." I paused, looking past her toward the warm light coming from the living room windows, where Noah and Elias were moving through the illuminated frame of the glass. "But I don't want to go back anymore, Serena," I added softly. Serena’s dark eyebrows rose slightly in quiet surprise. "Why?"

It's easier to walk out of a relationship than out of a marriage. “When i marry you baby girl, I would give you my heart and soul. There wouldn't be a need for a divorce but I will love you enough to let you make your own decisions. Loving someone doesn't have to feel like you're stuck with them. Love is supposed to be free and I feel free with you. I didn't even think our relationship would ever reach here. The point where I just want to love you till my heart explode.” This is the safest I've ever felt with a person. Maybe it's because my dad went to prison while I was young but I've never felt like I belong like I do right now.

My mind replayed every fragment of my mother’s life over and over again. How she scrimped and saved to send me to college. How she stayed up all night caring for me when I was sick. How she stood up for me when I was bullied. As for me, I didn’t even get to see her one last time. After that, I returned calmly to Boston. I bought a plane ticket. I sorted through my assets and took care of everything that needed to be handled. Finally, I agreed to divorce Dante.

That safety gave me the cold confidence I needed. Staring at the man who terrified me for years, I didn't flinch. "I'm not." My voice cut clear and steady through the quiet air. "We divorced months ago, Cassius. You're nothing to me."

The moon hung there, half-eaten, pale and isolated. "I want a divorce."

"Yes." "Lydia's worried she won't be able to remarry after her divorce, so she wants a kid. But don't worry, what we're doing is just IV—" I spun around and slapped him across the face, hard. "Is there a difference?" The crack of it was jarring in the quiet room. Theo's cheek reddened fast, five finger marks slowly surfacing. He didn't dodge. He didn't even blink. "Feel better?" He dodged the heart of it. "If that's not enough, you can hit me a few more times."