Daria Sidorchuk Novels & Stories

Panting, she swirled her limbs at his back, pushing all her guts for a hard kick at his back, making Erebor pace forward, followed by the pall of dust. "Your agility was at a fast rate. I'm impressed by the sudden quickness of your attack." Erebor throw a punch at her but she quickly dodged it. Then, there was an upcoming hit of his dagger from her side and she hastily fends her flank using the dagger she grasps. Tatiana was oddly liking the rough regime and her body was weirdly cooperating in her every stir. "I'm surprised, too." Running forward, Tatiana tossed the dagger above before bending her back a bit when Erebor fling a kick in her face. However, after redeeming her posture, she spun

Molly agreed, speaking with a frown, " Oh..have you heard that Daria is back in the city? It looks like she wants to enter the industry." Daria was Anastasia's cousin sister. She used to go to the same school with us but later shifted in abroad. After that night, Anastasia never appeared on the limelight again. Some fans recorded her miserable state that night and released on internet which went viral. From that incident, her family locked her up in her home and announced that she was on hiatus. Whether she would come back to work or not, it was unknown. Talking about Daria, I had no grudges with her but I knew that she didn't like me either. As long as she wasn't going to cause trouble, I w

Diana locked the door of her room as soon as she finished her meal. She was so upset that she wanted to scream but she couldn't possibly scream here. So she buried her face in her pillow and screamed silently. Diana was so upset that Alpha Darren was starting to overreach into her work. Diana wasn't just working for herself, she was working for something bigger, her brother.

I asked Feirro, who had just arrived with his horse. "Yeah! When I was 13 years old, my father brought me here to buy a Danda plant," he answered. "Isn't that an herb that can counter any poison and only grows in the king's garden?" I turn around to look at him, waiting for his answer. He nodded. "My older sister loves to study poisons and medicine; she makes theories, proves them, and adds to her discoveries." "One day, she made a poison and a detoxifier. What's interesting with her is that she's always making herself her own subject; she drank the poison and tried to treat herself using the detoxifier she made, but unfortunately it wasn't effective."

Several weeks had passed and Ariana forgot about her broken heart, immersing herself in the activities of her daily life. “How was your day?” Daria asks the moment her daughter joins her in the kitchen. Daria came from the castle earlier today. The family from her husband’s side should arrive later in the evening. Daria wants to make sure they feel welcome and warm after a long journey. Peter’s family lived far away on the northern border of their country.

But Daria doesn't sound judging. No, this woman has a lovely voice. I could record it and listen to it every day when the skies are gray. I'm confident her cherry tone would make those heavy days easier to bear. "Thank you." A shy smile spreads over my lips. I've always been an introvert and shied away from people. Trusting a person isn't easy for me, especially when those closest to me gaze at me with so much disappointment, but Daria inspires me to talk. "I'm trying, even though I'm taking mini-steps. Right now, I'm attempting to get into acting, seeing it's the only profession where good looks might get you far without you having a proper education."

What if it was poisoned? Not necessarily poisoned, but what if something was inside? I stared at the food with doubt, fighting the rumble in my stomach. “How’s that scream?” “She isn’t perfect yet…” “Let the girl speak for herself, Natalia,” Daria cut her short. From the looks of things, Natalia seemed to be lower in rank. Not necessarily the lowest, but a position that placed her beneath Daria. Daria, was a lady with long white hair and wrinkles on her face, a tightened jawline that gave her a mean appearance, blending in with the green color of her iris. She appeared powerful, and I wondered how old she could be.

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

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

way, brother," said Lidia sipping the tea."Of course, it was his idea. Idiot!" Darby spat in anger."Coming from Alaska is not an easy task, dear cousin.""Yea and not to forgot I won the race,""No, I am winner," both of them argued when their fangs grew up in anger."Enough!" Darby shouted as he continued, "Stay right here. I am going to call the mayor.""What will he do? Bury the dead bodies?""No, he will bury you."With that, he stood up to take a run upstairs when Lidia said, "My brother is quite...""Well, he's entirely an idiot.""I am not like him, am I?" she asked, a grimace covering her beautiful face.Lidia was the younger sister of Darby Rothschilds.She is said to be the prettiest woman,