Daria Trent Novels & Stories

Despite the close proximity to each other, they all grin at me. "Lord help me." I say, avoiding eye-contact with Will. The boy with short brown laughs, "So this is our Bec huh? Can I call you Becalicious? Beccy? Bec-ca?" I gape at him. He laughs at my reaction. "I'm Dyl by the way." He says. He's cute, in that 80's boy-band kind of way. "This is Jarrod." He points the extremely tall, dark male crushed against the car window who manages to pull his arm free to give me a small wave.

“Oh, how can I forget? He killed my wife.” “And you tried killing me for years.” Mum’s eyes seemed to harden. “My apologies, Lady Maurie but unforgiveness has always been my one flaw. But today is a new day, isn’t it?” He grinned and gestured to the lady standing quietly beside him. “Lenora, meet Grimaldi’s only heir, Alpha Dorian Grimaldi.”

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.

“Not yet.” Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “She didn’t ask for any of this.” “I’m aware.” “Then maybe stop treating her like a threat.” Darius stepped closer to the table, his tone still calm. “She cracked the ground under six trained men. Displaced force without control. And she’s getting stronger.” No emotion. Just facts. “Whether she asked for it or not doesn’t change what she is.” That hit harder than Ryan expected, mostly because it wasn’t wrong. “She’s not alone,” Ryan said.

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 nod, I still didn’t really understand why she was stood on the other side of my bedroom door and noticing my confusion “The traitor Jax has not yet been found. Alpha Daryl has ordered you guards around the clock” “I have a question” and Jordan bows her head in what I’m guessing means to ask “I have never seen a female warrior” Jordan smiles “In this pack Alpha Daryl is very inclusive” Her demeanour was very interesting and I kind of admired her “Where is Daryl?” “Alpha Daryl is with some of the pups doing youth training. I can show you if you like” she looks at my feet and asks if I would like to put on shoes and when I tell her I am fine she begins leading the way, only speaking when I as

Trenton's mouth snapped shut, but the fury in his eyes was volcanic. Darien looked between the two men. I could see him processing, reading the situation the way he read a battlefield, mapping the terrain before making a move. “Bring Tiana in,” Darien said to Cain. She was younger than I expected. Tiana walked into the room with her head slightly bowed and her hands clasped in front of her. She was pretty, with warm brown skin and dark hair braided over one shoulder, but the confidence that should have lived in the way she carried herself was missing. Her shoulders were curved inward, her eyes downcast. She looked like a woman who'd spent a long time making herself small.

“As much as I’d love to put you on your fucking ass I weigh my options a bit more rationally. You’ll protect her if it kills you.” I watched as Derek took a ragged breath and glared at Trenton. “Fine.” Derek spat at him. “What are you doing about Dalia then?” “I haven’t yet figured that out asshole.” Trenton turned his back on Derek and walked to me, his eyes still bright with his frustration. “Really sweetheart this is beyond me.” He put his hands just under my breasts as he circled his thumbs on them, pulled me against him and kissed me. A fire grew in my stomach as I felt his arousal.

I'd hate to be on the opposing side against him. Tristian nods and takes a deep, shaky breath. "Dahlia has gotten allies to fight this war with her." He begins. "Multiple rogue groups... all under the command of one powerful wolf." I scoff at this but then my blood runs cold. "His name is Trent. I'm sure you've heard of him... I..." Who hasn't heard of the rogue leader who can conquer packs so easily? Trent is infamous for many reasons but that name also has a deeper meaning to me. He's not only a powerhouse and cruel wolf... but also Hazel's ex-mate.