Daria Sidorchuk Novels & Stories

Kia flashes through her eyes, making herself known. I look next to her at the other girl. I recognize her as Samantha Jane, Westfield’s Beta heir. I guess the two ranked females are mingling. "You want a drink, Alpha?" Danni asks. "Huh?" Snapping out of my trance, I spin around to face him and the guys grabbing their drinks.

Dorian chuckles, hugging me back. "Hi, I haven't seen you in ages" I say as he set me down to stand on my feet. "It's only been a year Kid, I see you've gotten hitched" he smiles, brushing the hair from my face. His brown eyes glistened as he looked down at me, we were so close, we still are but we don't keep in touch like we used to before. Dorian worked with Eliza, you can say he was also a model, but he was mostly into photography.

the smallest voice shouted through the house. “ oh I didn’t know you were going to have company grams.” she sighed blowing on her hands as she walked into the kitchen She is short about my sister's height at a strong 4 '11. Her hair is strawberry red, curly and puffy like a cotton ball. Pale skin and pink full lips with the brightest nordic blue eyes. Her cheeks are flushed red along with her hands and button nose. Without even thinking twice, I got up from my seat grabbing the blanket that was thrown on the back of the couch, rushing back to the kitchen and wrapping it around her little body.

she replied Dala wasn't happy, she had always believed that amongst her friends she was always the unlucky one. Kamur cared less about her, he ordered her about just like he did his slaves. He had no respect for her not even as his wife. He will go as far as bedding any woman just to prove a point. There was no doubt he was very different from Fatu. Cara is such a lucky woman.

She came over to where I was sitting and sat at the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for my response. I sighed and stared hard at the ceiling before I closed my eyes. "Because..." "...I don't have dignity anymore." "I...don't have a face to show." * * * * "Whoooooooo!" Clap! Clap! Clap! "Yeah!" "You're beautiful, Magda!" People kept on shouting here and then in the entertainment club as I danced on the stage. My name in the club was Magda. I didn't use my real name here just to hide my identity even if my neighbors already knew what kind of woman I was.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

The blonde turned her eyes to Darius curiously. Darius wasn't pleased with the charmed tone in the woman's voice. "Benjamin, this is Liliya Sokolov. Liliya, you will accompany Benjamin to the bank to collect my ledger. There and back with no delays." She nodded to her employer as she dipped her eyes downwards submissively.

Derry went silent for a while trying to process what Devon had just revealed to him. If Mr Adam Shawn's account is still active, who is using it? He thought. "What do you mean the account is active? Who is using it?" Derry questioned. "His daughter, Lily Shawn," Devon announced.