Daria Trent Novels & Stories

This morning I'm sitting with a woman named Daria in the pack's communal garden, helping her stake tomato plants that got flattened in last night's wind, and I'm learning that she has three children under seven and a mate who works the night patrol rotation, which means she does the morning alone every day, which means the tomatoes fell over at five AM and she's been trying to fix them with a toddler on her hip ever since. "Here." I take the stake from her and drive it into the soil with the force that still surprises me sometimes— my own strength, recalibrated since the shift. The plant straightens. Daria watches with frank appreciation. "That would have taken me another twenty minutes," sh

Erica sat with her husband on the sofa, staring at Triana. "She is beautiful. Isn’t she?" Her lips curled gradually as she turned to Dario, who was checking a magazine. Dario chuckled, dropping the magazine aside. He caressed her cheek and said, "To me, you are the prettiest." "I’m flattered." Erica giggled. "But tell me honestly… Is she beautiful?" Daria held her gaze, raising his eyebrows. His smile had evaporated at this point. "Kill me if you want to," he muttered.

dhiren rolled his eyes while saying "only I'm a fool here" liam opened the file and said "obviously" dhiren pouted dramatically liam started reading "name : Srinithi Parker Date of birth : october - 30- ×××× age : 19 years old height : 5 feet 5 inches occupation : student college : XYZ college of fashion designing Mother name : Amara Parker Father name : Henry parker Mother's Occupation : runs a small pastry shop Father's Occupation : works as a manger friends : salomi brown and violet Miller aka (Viola)

Her voice was like a thin blade. “This is Miss Hayes, Tira,” one of the stylists said. Tira finally turned her gaze to me. Her eyes were dark, polished, and entirely vacant of heat. She was the woman from the photographs in the library…the one Sergei Volkov called the daughter he never had. “Darian has such strange tastes lately,” Tira said. She stepped closer, circling me. Who is she? “Stand up, Liora. Let’s see what five hundred thousand dollars actually buys these days.”

"The contents of this invite proves my very right to enter the Lycan's kingdom where the contract renewal is bound to be held." "The contract renewal will go as planned even without the Queen Luna's presence." Quinn narrowed his eyes as though warning me to back off. "That's just another way of discriminating me from all this, my lord." I know he'll bite back from this. "Leaxandra, darling, you are Lumina's Luna. No form of discrimination shall be thrown your way." He came closer to cup my chin up and force me to look him straight in the eye. "But your inclusion from this trip is a risk I cannot take."

This person, who had grown up to be Daria, had since been unaware of this ability. “Summon the Crown Djhord Ziegler to take my place here on earth. You and he, and the entire pack of Fuola should bring me Daria Johnson, the only daughter of Joseph and Ettie Johnson, if my informer is not mistaken. Make a clean job, without a trace, while I seek out the other end of the chain. Do not get violent. For any mismanagement of affairs will lead to your ultimate failure. Go ahead with the arrangements.” ******

Alpha Andrei says while kissing the back of my hand. The growl that rips from my mate has me smirking as Andrei quickly removes his hand from me. He holds his hands up in surrender. “The healer” Andrei says going to the back door of the car. A small woman possibly in her thirties steps out the car, she is stunning with green eyes and chestnut coloured hair. She is only about five feet tall with the tiniest frame. I notice the Alpha signing to her, she’s deaf. “Maddox, Lyra this is Daria, She is deaf but can lip read and i can sign for her” The Alpha explains to us. Smiling at Daria we make our way to the Jet.

Dallas commented with a smirk. “Shut up!” Jagger responded, glaring at his brother. “Anyway,” Ray interrupted before they can get started arguing. “Are there any other suggestions?” Francesca bit her lip. She felt bad for Leah. It had to be hard to be the daughter of a king and have to carry on the legacy of your dead mother in the eyes of the public. I mean, who would want to follow in their mother’s footsteps when she died prematurely? Who would want their father to have to constantly compare them to her? Who would want to have to sit by and watch their father’s eyes fill with tears whenever they did something he thought their mother would have done better?

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.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.