Daria Voices Novels & Stories

Tasha pushes me forward and I glare at her as I give Daryl a quick kiss on the cheek when Christians voice enters my head “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

She says in a snotty British voice, "I am trash. Shakespearean trash." I giggle at her dramatics. I've known Darya since I was six. She is truly Shakespearean trash, I'm not even going to lie. Yeah well, if you start with the Art's, Thou's, and random facts, I'm kicking you out." She huffs, watching the screen. "Tragedy!" She declares. I smile, feeling relaxed with my best friend, as she keeps up her British accent her whole visit. I forget Niko for a while, as I watch the Color Purple and the Help, and binge watch the Simpsons as if there's no tommorow.

Some of her anger washed away at the innocent and sweet voice inquiring about her whereabouts. “I'm at home! Where are you guys?” Beatrix could hear the voices around Daria as they were moving things or something. “Uh-huh! Why did you go there! Did you know that we got a new home!” Daria’s excitement could be felt and heard through the phone. “A new home? As in?” Bea asked, waiting patiently for the teenager to solve the riddle and pull her out from the bubble she wrapped herself in about everything.

David tried her number the third time “Please pick, please pick” “He….llo…..Da…..vid” David looked at the number he called to be show it was Hanan’s because the crying voice he is hearing doesn’t belong to Hanan “Who is this and why are you with Hanan’s phone” David asked hashly “It’s…..me……Arya” Arya stammered as she tried to control her tears. David didn’t have the time to start remembering who Arya is “Why are you with Hanan’s phone, give her the phone I want to talk to her not you”

Darius barked. “If it’s nothing important, don’t bother me,” he added. “Daren, I’m scared. I swear I’m not lying. Come home now,” Rayna sobbed quietly. “I’m hurt… for our child, Darius, I beg you.” “Don’t drama,” he replied sharply. Soon, another voice emerged—a female, faint but clear, laughing lightly. Familiar. “Darling, come here?” the woman said. “Let’s do it again, I’m not satisfied yet.”

Darius tilted his head slightly. “If I had asked, half of you wouldn’t be here,” he said. “And the other half would’ve sent someone else.” A quiet pause. He wasn’t wrong. Another voice spoke up from the side. “You’re not your father.” That one landed differently. Darius glanced toward the speaker. A woman this time. Calm. Observant. “No,” he said simply. “I’m not.” No anger. No defensiveness. Just fact. “Then why should we listen to you?” she asked.

Ugh! “Damn well, I guess you’ll wanna run with your family,” Oliver says, as he squats to look into my eyes. He looks so sad and I hate it. But on two legs, there isn’t much he can do for my wolf right now. *What do I call you,* I finally think to ask the voice in my head. *I’m Daria! Who are you,* the voice says, licking her lips at the sight of our mate.

Alpha Darren's words made Diana's stomach tingle like a butterfly had flown in. This was the first time someone complimented her voice when she was forced to be mute. “I hope you don't catch me wrong. I'm praising you because I want you to believe that talking is your right, so you don't have to listen to people telling you to shut up anymore. I want you to be able to fight them.” Yes, Diana wants to do it too. And now even more so after Alpha Darren showed his support. Now Diana doesn't feel alone anymore. And that was exactly what Diana wanted, someone who could reassure her, who could support her without judging her.

Lorraine said, hinting at Lydia and Elena. "Well, you'll get to find out very soon," Caterina said, and Lorraine suddenly felt weary "But Lydia there is an excellent graphic artist; she graduated top of her class in college and is now here to pursue and get a license to start up her own design company. Elena, on the other hand, is a sculptor, she makes the most brilliant designs you'd think she was a Greek or something"