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.

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.

“Are you sure? That it was Tatiana? As in, your mother, Tatiana?” Delilah stepped forward, fury and fear crashing in her eyes. “I know my mother, Damon. I know what she looks like. I’ve seen her picture on Giovanni’s desk. I saw her enough to recognize her anywhere, and I know that it was her. She touched Lysandra’s face like she. like she was hers. She was here to claim something that would morally be more dangerous than good.” Sienna didn’t say a word as Delilah spoke. She looked away from her, she looked away from me. She was completely lost. I saw it in her eyes.

Because of course, this was just another night of duties and fake smiles. Then the wind shifted, and I caught that scent. My wolf froze as every nerve in my body went on high alert. I turned, scanning the room until my eyes fell on her. She was standing at the corner, obviously trying to stay hidden. Her dress was a bit shabby and her dark hair was barely adorned. Nothing about her screamed “special,” but that pull inside me tightened so hard I could barely breathe. “Who’s that?” I’d asked Marcus. He glanced over. “Her? That’s Celia…Hartwood, I think. She’s an omega.” My eyes bulged for a second.

MARIA'S POV I'd say Old Grandpa was the only one who was genuinely happy to see me. The rest of the people at the party had just been there as a formality. I can't blame them, I would be mad too if I had received an invitation out of the blue. But maybe I shouldn't complain. This party was for me after all, was it not? Maria Rodriguez. My name. The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world.

she added. "Okay, what's the name?" Elena asked “Nicholas Raceanu" Daria replied, "you got it, don't forget our celebratory dinner, tomorrow evening" Elena agreed, ending the call. Daria stepped into her bathroom and prepared a bath for herself, soaking herself she closed her eyes.