Daria Trent Novels & Stories

A tantrum... A tantrum saved the life of the last heir of Whitespire princess Daciana. It was indeed indecorous yet it kept Daciana alive. Everything changed that dreadful night where the royal family was to attend that year's annual ball. Daciana loathed royal balls and didn't fail to hide her resentment, she spoke about it all day and her mother had just enough of her banter sending her to her room as punishment but that was all Daciana wanted to be home alone and read the books she sneaked from the library,

Surely she would please him in bed. Those of the men who were so inclined, raped the women again, but still they did not approach Amira with her look of wild hatred. Some thought she was mad. Dala had great difficulty trying to calm the women when her own nerves were raw. She pleaded with seeing the state cara was reduced to. It was appalling that the young woman had not shed a single tear for the loss of her husband. Only hours earlier the fiery-headed Della had been boasting that she was not afraid of what the future held, so sure was she that every man aboard the ship, including the chieftain, desired her above all the others—especially since they left Amira alone.

He has a fit but muscular body that makes every female from the tribe drool and fall for him, if only he were not married to my mother. My mother, Freya, is the most beautiful female in the tribe. She has soft and wavy honey-blonde hair that bounces elegantly with her every move, and her sapphire eyes glisten in the light like a brilliant gem. My mother has two other male partners beside my father: Drake, a black snake, and Dov, a brown bear. She loves the other two males, despite my father being the Alpha. She loves her children, but she is indifferent to my father, which breaks my heart.

Not today anyway. Ogling him wouldn't make him go away, and I had no interest in confronting him regarding why he'd asked about me. So, I went back to my dressing station and began to reapply the heavy makeup that I hoped hid my identity. It might not actually do the trick, but I'd convinced myself that I was a different person when I caked it on. Nikki Wilson wasn't the girl on that stage taking off her clothes for strangers; Diamond was. And Diamond was edgy, strong, a force to be reckoned with. She had gumption, determination. Her give-a-fuck didn't even register. The second the first beat played through the speakers, Nikki became Diamond, and Diamond owned that stage.

I looked around, taking in the restaurant’s rustic decor then settling my eyes on dessert when I heard footsteps approaching our table. ‘Ah, Mr Jeffrey, it is a pleasure to meet you. How do you do?’ I nearly gasped, towering above where I sat was Eros west. The media didn't do justice to how good-looking he was, his blond hair has been gelled and slicked to the back, giving room to emphasise his perfectly sculpted jaw. He shook Jeffrey's hand and flashed a smile at me, ‘and you must be the assistant, Miss Daria, a pleasure.’ I reached and took his hand in mine and squeezed firmly, ‘Dalia. Dalia Thompson.’ he nodded and took his seat, and I noticed his eyes which were a piercing green, like g

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

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

It pressed down hard, like an invisible barrier forcing it back into place. Her jaw tightened. “What did you do?” Darius pushed off the wall slightly, his posture shifting but never losing that calm control. “Stabilized the situation.” “That’s not what I asked.” “I know,” he said. That tone irritated her immediately. Aria swung her legs off the bed and stood, ignoring the slight weakness in her balance. The moment her feet touched the ground, she pushed again, harder this time, forcing her power to rise. It surged, then stopped abruptly, like it had slammed into something solid.

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.