Daria Voices Novels & Stories

she summarized, "but not so much like you that Damien might recognize the resemblance if he sees me." "Exactly. The wig and contacts should help—you'll have brown hair and green eyes instead of your natural blonde and blue. And you're a few inches shorter than me, but we can compensate with heels." "What about my voice? I can't exactly sound like you." "Miss Andy has only spoken to Darius once in person. If your voice is slightly different, we can chalk it up to nerves or a cold or something. As long as you maintain the professional demeanor and use the talking points I give you, it should work."

Omi moved a chair opposite her mother’s and bade Ilyria sit there. Daria Agrio’s eyes flickered. A light came back into them and she gasped as though fighting her way up to the surface from drowning. “Is he gone?” she asked Omi and when Omi nodded, she slumped back in the chair. “I cannot … I cannot …” she struggled to find the words, “Mother,” said Ilyria. Her mother seemed to see her for the first time though she sat directly opposite her. Her mother put her hand to her mouth and—to Ilyria’s shock—her eyes filled with tears.

Daria’s POV I woke up screaming. My body convulsed as another wave of pain tore through me. The bond, cracked and bleeding inside my chest, throbbed with an agony that had no end. Every breath felt like swallowing glass. “Daria, please. You need to drink something.” Mira’s voice was gentle but desperate.

Sebastian, smitten with Raya, asked Darla to let him pretend to be her father, and Darla agreed. After a brief hiatus, Darla returned to work at the café, despite Sebastian's concerns. There, she met an employee from a voiceover and advertising company who praised her work and offered a tour of their office. Encouraged by Sebastian and her parents to pursue her dreams, Darla visited the office and was immediately offered a job as a voiceover artist for a new product targeting women who had recently given birth.

He pleads his voice hoarse. “Try again, Darius” She commands as she placed him at the entrance of her opening.. "Darius, Darius. You know the magic words, just say the words and we'll both be relieved"She whispers yet again in his ears... “Christ you're a fucking wildcat! Fine,”He rasp out in anger and frustration...

"Coming here today is one step in the right direction, and if anyone tells you otherwise, then fuck them." "Fuck them, huh?" Such a colorful palette for a nun—Daria got me intrigued. "Oops!" Daria laughs. "I'm not supposed to be swearing!" "I don't care," I tell her earnestly. "Your voice is the only thing I need, and if you need to lash out and swear, then I don't mind." Daria giggles. "Then do you mind if I let some steam out?" I chuckle faster than I can react, amazed by her strange, colorful, and lively personality that sets a range of colors to my grey pages. "Not at all."

she said snuggling closer, and suddenly she got a smile of Nicholas on Daria and immediately she remembered why she was there. “Come on, come on” she said pulling away, “I need you dressed and ready, I am front you from this bondage” she said imitating a knight in shining armor holding her head high. Daria laughed at her mimic, “oh yes my dear knight whisk me away” Daria replied playing along. “But oh knight how do we get past my dad's surveillance, he won't let me leave” Daria pouted. “Aha!” Elena got up and stood erect posing as though she had a flying cape.

a voice echoed in the cell as Cahir walked in with the silhouette of a seven-year-old, and both Ava and Axel rushed to the gate, gripping the iron bars to have a closer look at the shadow. "Mother? Father?... Are you okay?" Darcy's tiny, distressed voice spoke. “My daughter’s distress voice” Axel’s low growl.

Olivia and Cheryl hurried over to apologize. "Dr. Strickland, we're sorry. We weren't thinking straight and believed the nurse's nonsense. Please forgive us." I nodded in acknowledgment. Just then, light footsteps sounded at the door. Sonya appeared in the doorway. Her eyes were red, as if she had just been crying. When she saw me, the hatred in her gaze was impossible to hide. "You've got some nerve showing up here!" Olivia snapped the moment she saw Sonya and lunged forward, grabbing Sonya by the hair.

"I’m Daria", she squeaked, sounding more like a five years-old girl than a grown female. She quickly cleared her throat and repeated, "Daria. Daria Wilkow." This time, her voice was normal. Pierce smiled at the silly woman who was a nervous wreck. Didn’t she know how perfect she was? He swallowed food from his mouth before saying, "Pierce." Pierce licked his lips slowly, somehow managing to smear the cream cheese further, and then he asked Daria, "Are you hungry?"