Daria Fanfic Novels & Stories

Why can't you let me have just this one thing? Darius pleaded desperately, his breath coming in gasps. You can have any woman at the tip of your fingers. Go for them and let me have the woman I truly love. Damon, I have loved Amara since we were kids. And you know that, you know I love this girl. And you— you don't love Amara. You never loved her. So why are you suddenly showing interest in her? Darius spat with pain and anger, his whole body shaking.

Darius "You’re a madman," I whispered, the words trembling with a mixture of horror and pure disgust. I stood in the center of the cottage, staring at Luca as if he had grown a second head. The man I had once loved had just stood there and calmly asked me to commit murder. What the fuck had I seen in him? Was I so blind that I couldn't recognize this person that hid underneath those layers? "Darius, listen to me," he started, taking a step forward with his hands outstretched. "It’s for the greater good. He is a monster. He is—"

“I just wanted to help. She’s also a friend.” She’s mine, too. You wish, asshole! “Just give her time, Wright. She’ll come around. Why did you not tell her in the first place?” “She will freak out. She won’t accept it. They have this girl’s code shit.” He laughs, scratching his growing beard. “Don’t you have a plan on shaving that? Duck Dynasty has no plan renewing for another season.” “You’re not my girlfriend and besides Bianca loves it, she said it tickles between her thighs.” He laughs—a belly laugh.

When he hands it back his fingers brush mine on purpose. “Your father’s a coward,” Connor says, voice flat. “He screws your fiancé behind your back and then threatens to cut you off like you’re the problem.” “Ex-fiancé,” I correct. “And ex-dad, apparently. The man has no shame left. I spent years trying to be the perfect daughter for that pack and this is what I get.” Connor’s hand lifts like he wants to touch my face but he stops halfway. “You don’t owe him an apology. You don’t owe any of them anything Claire.”

Immediately, I hold onto her hand, stopping her from hurting herself even more. My heart was breaking into a million pieces seeing her like this. ‘Why can’t you just fall in love with me instead, Della? I’ll take care of you. I’ll love you more than anyone else in the world…’ I wanted to say that, but I could only hide my feelings. I am nothing but a secret admirer of her. A man who could only love her from afar. "Are you real?" she asked again in despair. A Lycan princess, heir of werewolf kingdom… Della Campbell. My heart and eyes couldn't handle how poorly she was being treated that even a lowly omega dared to insult her.

“He took one last glance in my direction, and then to her. Seeing the way he looked at her, one could conclude that this Alpha, Darius, did have feelings for Ciara. Though I can't tell if she felt the same way towards him. I doubt she has any feelings for him. It can't be that my guess is right. It can't be that she's just using him because the Ciara I know had great feelings for Xander. So, it would really be so strange that she had suddenly grown feelings for him as well. “So, where were we?” “Let me ask you one simple question, Ciara. Does this Alpha Darius know that the only reason why you are this close to him was so you could use his help in getting Xander?” Ciara suddenly bursts into

Waved cheerful before gliding away, leaving Aria's fragile peace shattered. Glass after glass disappeared fast after that Aria downing red wine steady while Damien watched concerned but silent. Her cheeks flushed hot, eyes glazing as jealousy burned through the alcohol buzz. "She's always there," Aria slurred finally, slamming her glass down harder than intended. "Perfect Sophia. Perfect for *you*." *Back home* Damien half-carried her through the front door, her body swaying against him as they stumbled up the stairs, wine making her bold and unsteady.

“They have a lot to celebrate.” “They have a daughter they’ve spent twenty-four years trying to erase,” Damian said, his voice dropping into a lethal, possessive register. He reached out, his fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled her head back, forcing her to look at him. “Do you feel invisible, Aria? Do you feel like you’re disappearing?” “Sometimes,” she whispered, a single tear escaping.

Pressed up against him, Aria’s jaw almost dropped. Seriously offended, she pouted—her ears turning red from frustration—and immediately scratched him with her nails. Once wasn’t enough. She went in for another. But to Damian, it just felt like a kitten pawing at him. Slightly ticklish and completely distracting. This girl was basically lighting his nerves on fire—and he didn’t mind at all. Feeling fired up, Damian turned even icier toward Liana. “Brother-in-law, I—” she began, trying to sound pitiful.

“Then tell me, Elias, what does it look like? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re screwing my friend!” “I—it was a mistake, I promise. This was the first time—I didn’t know what came over me. Please, Daliha” Elias begged, his voice shaky as he tried to plead with me. Marielle scoffed, finally lifting her head to meet my gaze. She didn’t even bother to cover herself, her smirk widening as she tilted her head slightly to the side. My eyes couldn't help but drift to the marks Elias had left on her skin which she showed off like a trophy.