Daria Cohen Novels & Stories

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

As I hold my throbbing cheek Cole grabs Tana’s hand “You will not hurt the Luna, Alpha Daryl will not be happy” As Cole spoke his name, fear registers in her eyes and she glances at me “You are mated to Alpha Daryl, Alpha of Alphas?” her words come out in stutters I had no idea what she meant by that and move my head up and down. Cole keeps his grip on Tana and I feel someone appear at my side, I recognise her immediately, their slave Amber. She smiles at me, her eyes were just as amber as her name, but when her eyes fall on Cole, it was like nothing I had seen before.

If I hadn’t seen what I’ve seen and done what I’ve done. She leads me down the hall from her daughter’s room to her own, and on the way, Taylor tells me all about her mate, Cyrus, who is also the beta of Reid’s pack. Apparently the adjustment to parenthood has been rough on both of them, but Cyrus has stepped up more than she ever expected him to. Her hazel eyes light up when she talks about her mate, her wavy shoulder-length honey brown hair bouncing as she speaks animatedly.

"Let's begin. State your full name and your official relationship to the defendant." "Ariana Reyes," she said steadily. "I am a student at Westbridge University, and I am Dante Cole’s partner." "Henderson will ask about the night of November fourteenth," Cross said, his voice instantly shifting into a sharp, mocking tone as he mimicked the opposition. 'Miss Reyes, isn't it true that you used your private student login to access the secure arts network while Dante Cole was in the residential building?' "No," Ariana replied flatly. "I was in the main studio gallery from six until midnight running a mandatory print archive audit."

Diana looked at Alpha Darren's room, he was no longer there, nowhere to be found. “Oh my! I forgot that Alpha Darren has a meeting today!” Canis quickly picked up her laptop. “I'll go first, please tell everyone that we're in a meeting if they're looking.” Diana nodded. ***** Here Diana was now, in the office cafeteria because she was very sleepy, so she wanted to buy a coffee. Well actually there was coffee in the pantry, but she didn't like it and she thought Alpha Darren's taste in coffee was quite strange. “Here you go, your caramel macchiato is ready.” The cashier smiled as she handed over Diana's order.

Alexandra says. She notices Gerald face morph into a small smile. "Alexs. Chris asked me to call you." A third party, interrupt them. Putting a stop to there conversation. Alexandra quickly turns back, only to see a suspicious look on Karis face. Typical of Karis. "We will see before I leave," Gerald says with a calm smile. ________________________🖊 Alexandra is currently in front of the main building listening to WAP by Cardi B ft Megan Thee Stallion. Since the music was released, she couldn't stop herself from listening to it.

, she beams as I strive to smile. "Yeah", I mumble. "I'm Emery", she sits on the bed and approaches for a handshake. I don't delay to respond to her. "You may not know me. But I'm Emery Cameron, David Cameron's daughter AKA Christian D'costa's student", she chuckles. "Right, sir?" "Why are you acting so obedient?", Christian crosses his arms while smiling back at her. "In fact, you can't even look obedient even if you act, still being mischievous"

RILEY Daria came on a Thursday. She was thirty-four, taller than me, with the particular quality of stillness that I recognized because I had it too — the kind you develop when you've been operating without a pack for most of your adult life and have learned to read rooms instead of relying on them. She sat across from me at the workbench in bay one and we looked at each other for a moment without saying anything. Then she said: "You look exactly like the photograph."

One at a time, in the small meeting room, with tea or coffee and an hour that belonged to them. She asked them about the work they had done before any of this. Who they had been. What they had loved about their lives. She did not ask them to perform resilience or survival. She asked them about the ordinary things that had made them themselves. By the time the formal casting began she knew twelve women whose names she would not forget. • • • On the third day of casting a woman named Daria sat down across from Grace in the studio. She was from Moldova. In her late twenties. She had been referred through Diaz's network and had arrived with the careful, self-contained quality of someone who had

I leaned on the door and clenched my left chest, where my heart is beating so hard. I closed my eyes shut trying to calm myself and after a few minutes, my heart is on its normal rate. I moved towards the sink and rested my palms on it as I looked at myself in the mirror. I must say, Cyrene is good with hair and make up. She did my hair effortlessly and I love it. She was able to cover the dark circles under my eyes which appeared after too many sleepless nights. She was able to bring color and life to my dull and boring face and darn this pretty gown that she lent me, it complements my skin so well. And she was right when she told me that my gown would stand out from the rest, even Alicia's