Daria Cohen Novels & Stories

Yes Enzo has made my womanhood feel things that I’m curious about exploring but he had no rights. “He’s wrong, I am hungry,” I told her, I’m not even going to bother with explaining myself to anyone let them think what they want. Today I put myself in a box and conceal it, today I’m no longer myself. I'm Dwayne Isla Martagos daughter, a classy lady that doesn’t misbehave or speak her mind. She just smiles and agrees and does what she’s told, including meeting my fiancé. “What can I get for you?” Selma asked.

Darcy stood there and waited for their orders when a woman probably at her age approached her. They chatted for a while and I noticed that even in this Cafe there are a lot of people that know Darcy Cohen. They call her Mrs. Reeves but I listened as she gracefully told them that she’s a Cohen. I rolled my eyes. Darcy never even took my father’s name when they marry. “Your ex-step-mother is indeed something.” Karissa said as I frowned. “Stop it.” I hissed. I am so pissed. I can’t believe that Hyacinth was famous because of her mother.

Mira’s height could match up to Cohen’s shoulder, and he stood tall on six-foot-nine. “How did—what the hell?” Amanda spoke at last. “Who are you?” “Adeline Domenico.” She repeated her name. “Aren’t you General Solomon?” she pointed to Cohen. “General what?” Liam asked with a hint that he was about to laugh his ass off. “General Solomon, the great general of daemons army.” “Do you have Napoleon and Stalin too?”

Zoey nodded, "It was delicious." Dahlia Baker glanced at Zoey with disdain and said, "You can't do anything right! Even picking wedding favors, your sister has to do it for you! Look at Ariana, not only is she the top designer at Born Beauty Fashion Company, but she's also a triple threat in the entertainment industry as a film, television, and music star. You're useless! I really don't know why Mr. Maddox chose you as his fiancée." Dahlia snorted coldly, "What advantages could she have?"

not Elara. I snapped at Cohen. “What do you know? Don't talk like you know my daughter or you know anything about us” Cohen smirked, a chuckle following right after. “I might not know things about you, but I know what I'm saying, Aliyah.” He adjusted his standing posture, wanting me to get a clearer view of him as if that could make his words get stuck in my head. “Check that girl, she's got violet eyes. You've got a violet wolf that almost killed me years back.”