Daria Trent นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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."

“I just wanted to help. She’s also a friend.” She’s mine, too. You wish, asshole! “Just give her time, Wright. She’ll come around. Why did you not tell her in the first place?” “She will freak out. She won’t accept it. They have this girl’s code shit.” He laughs, scratching his growing beard. “Don’t you have a plan on shaving that? Duck Dynasty has no plan renewing for another season.” “You’re not my girlfriend and besides Bianca loves it, she said it tickles between her thighs.” He laughs—a belly laugh.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Trenton doesn’t look like someone reliable in the first place. Trenton understands her worries and almost instantly shifts into his wolf. He walks towards Daria, so she can take a good look at him. A strong wolf with light gray fur and soft eyes. Daria called for her husband to help her place Ariana on Trenton’s back, tying her properly, so she wouldn’t fall during their rush.

“Elara, stay behind me.’’ “What’s going on?’’ I asked Sabrina. “Daria was the Lycan Queen before dad took the mantle. She’s our grandma.’’ “What the hell is going on here?’’ She asks Darian, pointing at me. This entire family dynamic was complicated. If she was their grandmother, and Darian was more than a thousand years old, then how old was Daria. “Please..’’ “I can explain.’’ Lucas spoke up, coming to the rescue. “Perhaps it’s time I officially introduce you all to my mate.’’ The room fell silent, mouths fell agape. Lucas stood by my side, drawing circles on my back. Daria had this look of pure horror that would probably give her a heart attack. “This is absurd. I won’t stand you and wa

“So you’re the fiancée. You’re… not what I expected.” Emily smiled politely. “Nice to meet you.” “This is Michelle Andres,” Nancy continued, gesturing to the woman with glossy waves and a diamond smile. “Actress, heartbreaker, and my favorite drama queen.” Michelle leaned forward, her eyes sharp. “You’re even prettier in person. Warren’s a lucky guy. Or is it the other way around?” Emily laughed softly. “I guess that depends on who you ask.” “And last but not least,” Nancy said, “Sofia Merrell. Heiress of the Merrell Group and the only person I trust with my secrets.”

I glance toward the lounge, hoping desperately for Hunter to be near, but he is leaning against the sofa, a drink in hand, as usual, a laid back smile upon his handsome face as he laughs with a beautiful blond woman. “Oh, you are sorry? So that makes it all okay does it?!" Daria interrupts bluntly, a darkness to her eyes which truthfully terrifies me. Perhaps her son does not get all his ruthlessness from his father alone... "You have things to learn, Lena. And I tell you now, this will simply not wash. I will not tolerate you showing my son nor my family up in this way. You are Luna now and we will not tolerate this sort of example being set to our pack. We expect the best. Your pack promis

Matthis forgot where he was. He remembered the day Daria had designed that dress. How she had stood in her private studio, eyes distant, fingers tracing the sketch, saying nothing—but imagining her daughter in it. And now, Gabriella was wearing it. Exactly as Daria had envisioned. A quiet pride swelled in his chest. The Mason women had always been striking. Arathina—reserved and regal. Daria—bold, mischievous, fearless, a woman who bent rules and people alike. Gabriella, however, was different.

"You really didn't have to add that last part! You're gross, old man! And that's gross!" "Shut up, virgin!" Caleb chuckles. Sophia shows him the middle finger. "Truth or Dare, Mom." Caleb continues. "Truth." Dani sips her cocktail. "What's your greatest achievement in life?" "Damien Hunt." She smiles. "He's my greatest achievement." ****

She could still hear the running feet of the students. Dika snorted, her defiance as sharp as her tongue. She was the only one who dared to talk back to Nyxoria and live to tell the tale, the only one who had stood by her side on her first day at the Arcane. Dika was a tall, striking young woman, standing at 5'9. Her deep, rich dark complexion complemented her dark hair, which was meticulously plaited into neat cornrows that flowed freely at the end of her ponytail, adding to her commanding presence. She wasn’t just Nyxoria’s best friend; she was her fiercest ally, the most skilled fighter in the Arcane, and a daughter of the A****n Queen herself.