The Division Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She tried to shut the door but Melanie jammed her foot in the frame. "Dad!" she called loudly, ignoring Cordelia's attempts to push her out. "Dad, I know you're here. We need to talk!" Heavy footsteps approached and her father Ben emerged with lines creasing his forehead. His gaze fell on Melanie and his scowl darkened further. "What is the meaning of this?" "Can we please talk privately?" Melanie pleaded. "I need to understand what's happening." Ben grunted dismissively. "I heard about your divorce already.Not able to keep a man, eh?"

“Are you serious right now?” Noah laughed. “Yeah, man.” The table erupted again. Shane practically climbed across the table. “You two idiots are going to college together again.” Mariah clapped her hands once. “Of course they are. The universe refuses to separate you two.” Jackson dropped back into his seat, still shaking his head like he couldn’t quite believe it. “Division One,” he muttered, half to himself. Noah leaned back slightly, the excitement still settling in. “Guess we’re not done playing together yet.”

|GLORY| THE USELESS DAUGHTER OF THE SCOTT FAMILY FINALLY PROVES THE TITLE SHE BEARS AS SHE GETS A DIVORCE FROM SEAN KINGSTON. REASONS WITHHELD BY THE FAMILY FOR PRIVACY. I knew it was just a matter of time till he discarded you (laughing emoji)- SOPHIA Oh, have you seen his NEW MISTRESS? CLARA ANDERSON! CEO of a fashion line!!! OH, SEAN DEFINITELY HAS GOOD EYES!- SOPHIA

I take it on the table and strap it on my neck, watching it glow for a second. Today is my coronation, yesterday, I was crowned the Alpha, but today is the party, I am feeling excited and nervous, I am still growing my council and my whole team, Diva is going to be my Gamma, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her father, besides, she’s really good in combat skills. I need someone with the strength to do this, and Diva is more than willing. She makes everything look so simple, and I love her for that. I check the mirror again, damn, why do I keep doing this?

The words break something in me. “You will not,” I replied immediately. “But you are already moving away.” I step toward her. “No.” “Yes,” she says. Her voice trembles for the first time. “You speak of order like it matters more than us.” “It protects us.” “Or replace us.” I reach for her hand. She lets me hold it. But her grip is uncertain. The newborn god watches with quiet satisfaction. “You see?” he murmurs. “Division.” Rage surges through me. I turned on him.

Make sure your hair is pinned back the way he likes it. ​My heart sank, heavy as lead. The contrast between the cold, pressuring text from my sister and the horrific warning I had just received from Diva's possessed body was entirely seamless. They were working in a terrifying harmony. Everyone around me—my friends, my family, the very laws of reality—was enforcing the exact same narrative, pushing me right back into the lion's den. I was being managed, steered by invisible hands toward a destiny I had already died facing once before.

His hand touched my face, his fingers gentle on my cheek, and I leaned into it before I could stop myself, my eyes closing, my breath catching, and for one moment we were just us again, no lies, no betrayal, no war, just two people who had loved each other and lost each other and were trying to find their way back. Then I remembered. I remembered the divorce papers on the table, the cold look in his eyes when he told me to get rid of our baby, the years of secrets and lies, the betrayal that had cut deeper than any knife. I pulled away, my heart pounding, my hands shaking, my breath coming in short gasps. "I can't," I said, standing up. "I can't. Not yet. I'm not ready." He stood up too, his

My father studies me for a long moment. Then he says coldly, “It doesn’t matter what you choose. You divorced her. That chapter of your life is finished.” I let out a quiet breath. This is it. The moment I’ve kept buried for years. “You’re wrong about that too.” His eyes narrow. “What do you mean?” I hold his gaze. “Isabella and I were never divorced.” For the first time in my life— My father looks genuinely shocked. “What?” “The papers were filed,” I explain calmly. “But they were never finalized.”

“Stop! Where the hell are you taking my daughter?!” I severed the bond and did not cry. The cops surrounded me, and I still could not find it in me to care. And yet, one line from my dad and I suddenly feel like breaking down. He runs to me. In another time, I would be so glad. So proud. Dad could use his legs again. The mages are truly incredible creatures. Because of them, he could now do all the things he had missed doing. Seeing him run to me makes me think that my sacrifice is still worth it.

I could attack now—try to rip Ronan apart, force Diva back to me. Or… I could lose her forever. I stepped forward. “Diva,” I said, voice steady. “Come back.” She didn’t react. Ronan chuckled. “You’re wasting your breath, Alpha.” He tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “But you can come with us, if you’d like.” Lukas growled. “Over my dead body.” Ronan sighed. “Such dramatics.” He lifted his hand. And Diva moved. One moment, she was standing still. The next—