Daria Trent Novels & Stories

"No way. The almighty Dante. I didn't know he had a son" "He just got back from his vacation to Vegas. That's the news. But we all know what went down was something different. He's here to complete his studies. He does modeling on the side because he's ridiculously good-looking... You follow" she asked, trying to drive her point across. It still doesn't explain her nastiness towards me but I'll wave it away since she won't be competing. "Well I'm not going to back out from a dare, my dear friend. I'll win that money, after that, I dump his ass and if Arielle still wants him, then she can have him". Arianna burst out laughing, almost choking on the Cheetos.

She retorted. "No, you're not." He calmly chirped in. She was staring up at him, her beautiful face shimmering with something he could not describe, while he stared down at her petite form. His lips tightened with determination to stop whatever would go on with Zach Trenton, that son of a devil. Darian moved to her. He was already in close proximity to her, but she took no step backwards. She was enjoying the whole drama, and he was going to give her just what she wanted. Drama.

Noah answered, pointing in the direction of the room. “What are you doing in his room? And what the Hell is this woman doing here?” Brooke was out of her depth. She couldn’t figure out what was happening and the suspense was killing her. Noah was literally getting on her last nerve. “Wait, this is not Noah, this is Nathan.” Ariana looked between the two, forehead wrinkled, turning towards Noah, “You’re Nathan, right?” Noah just chuckled, “What does it matter if I’m Nathan or Noah, all that matters is that I got to use your body and enjoy a pleasurable night. You were such a slut for me and my body, baby.”

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."

Camila Pyke’s body goes rigid. His eyes suddenly widen and his handsome face turns white. His hand was squeezing my waist stronger that his fingers might leave a mark on my skin. “Well, look at you now, Pykie.” A voluptuous brunette of around mid-thirties walks closer to us. She’s a few inches taller than me, has a sun-kissed skin or she’s probably from southern California. She’s wearing a white dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Her hair is curled in large waves, but what catches my attention is her icy sapphire blue eyes staring at me with an angry glare that could slice me in two.

“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.”

Daria’s husband should be back tomorrow, so today they will have to manage the negotiations without him. “Good morning, ladies.” Daniel greeted them politely. His eyes immediately looked at the shy girl who was partially hidden behind her mother. He gestured to invite them to the table. Daniel helped Daria while Trenton moved the chair for Ariana. But before he could do anything else, a growl escaped Daniel’s throat. Trenton immediately stopped and returned to his seat right next to Irina. Daniel walked over to Ariana with slow steps.

“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.”

"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.