The Division Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Naya, don't get your hopes up. I don’t want you to get hurt. Besides, I keep telling you to get a divorce.” Naya shook her head vigorously from side to side. “No. I’ll be left with nothing, back in the streets. I…I can’t. What will happen to the way I feel about him?” She pressed her lips together. Just the mere thought of leaving him, gave her a headache. “I…I can’t.” Chloe sighed wearily and shook her head. “Naya, it’ll be fine. Daniel loves you. If he says it’s work, then it is work. You’re overthinking.”

“You can’t be serious. Xavier, she filed for the divorce. You can just give it to her and it all ends.” He finally looked at me, and for a second, I wished he hadn’t. His gaze was cold steel. “Do you take me for a fool, Annalise? I’m not letting her go. Not to the Council. Not to her father. Not to anyone. She is mine.” I folded my arms, anger flickering under my ribs. “You don’t even love her. You spend most of your nights here and the nights that you do spend with her, you don't seem happy. Why not just get out of it easily?”

I amend. As Lorcan summons a waiter, I eat a couple of nuts and try to come up with more divorce-related lies. But even as I’m composing them—We all play table tennis together! Daniel’s naming his new baby after me!—my head is buzzing. My fingers are fiddling at the memory stick with more and more agitation. I don’t like this game anymore. My inner good fairy is losing her glow. The bad fairy is barging in and wants to have a say.

Even when she knew he was still going to tell her what he discussed with Diva, she just didn't like the feeling that she left both of them alone. Diva was not to be trusted and it pained her a lot to see that she was back to the pack. What was she looking for after she left the pack as a Luna and refused to fulfil her duties? Can't she have a rethink that, oh, these two are back again and they love each other, I shouldn't abrupt their love life again. The one's I've done were not pleasing so I should stay clear, can't she had said things like that to herself?

Shandri turned around and left the room. (Well, I think that is enough right? I made a fuss every time I saw her with him just like a jealous villainess. He would not hate me to the point that he wanted to execute me. Right? I didn't know about this but being the captain of the special force helps a lot to act as if I am just commanding and scolding my members hahaha...) Shandri is walking in the hallway humming and feeling satisfied. (Two months more and I will exit this story alive for sure! To help him decide to divorce me then let us be more passionate about this role shall we?) she smiles and feels the excitement for the day when she will be free from the novel plot.

The memory blurred in my mind, taunting me. What I remembered clearly was how the divorce played out. Maya made Emily look like the villain. Subtle digs, whispers behind closed doors, accusations that bled into gossip and painted Emily as cold, unforgiving, selfish. I let it happen. I stood there, silent, complicit. And Emily left with her dignity shredded, while Maya stood beside me, triumphant, glowing, holding the pieces of me as though she had earned them.

His tongue was rough and warm, swirling around my clit with a hunger that made my brain go fuzzy. Across the room, Silas groaned. He was watching us, his hand down his pants. "You all always leave me horny," he snapped. He looked over at Diva, who was still standing by the wall. "Diva! Get over here. I need your pussy. Now.” Diva didn't look scared. She looked excited. She ran to him, hiking her dress up before she even reached his lap. In seconds, Silas was buried inside her, his hips slamming into the chair while Diva cried out his name.

“Don’t worry. That bastard Rowan will never know about your pregnancy. Are you ready to leave him for good, Honey?” “I want a divorce, Dad.” “Good. It's the best way for you, Honey. Our lawyer will take care of everything.” I smiled so happily at my dad, who had handled everything so easily. I was relieved to finally be free from this tragic chapter of my life. “Thanks, Dad.” *** “Cillian?” I was surprised to hear Leah mention a name I hadn’t heard for a long time. Cillian Blackwood, my childhood friend from the Crescent Moon Pack. He rose to become the most powerful Alpha on the continent.

Each word was ground out through clenched teeth. “I don’t want to divorce you,” Alaric replied. She let out a brittle laugh as her grip tightened around the phone. “Okay, then. I guess the only choice I have is to take this to the Council. And don’t think I’ll let the investigation into your precious Teresa’s mother drop!” she snapped. Alaric’s eyes darkened and he cleared his throat. “Being stubborn won’t solve this. Don’t you know how powerful they are? Or did you think that if you stirred chaos, I would clean it up for you?”

was no longer hiding. The Alpha had his divorce. But the enemy was giving me a war.