Daria Voices Novels & Stories

Livie warned him, "he hasn't done anything to you.” "Let's go Livie, we have homework to do.” I interrupted taking her by the arm. Daniel burst out laughing at the action. "I was right when I said you were a fag, Sanders.” he said without giving me time to reply "you're her gay best friend, right?” He continued “I imagine that today you will sit in bed watching some nonsense of the heart and painting your nails and criticizing Danny the bad guy who wanted to get on with the princess of your heart.” he finished sarcastically.

"This drug seems effective. Do you feel good?" "Yes!" the woman uttered in a trance. The voices of the two people sounded familiar to me. That was when I saw the face of the man in the video.

“Now, hush! The good part is just about to begin.” She bit my finger and Gaia laughed. “You were practically asking for it,” she reprimanded while I muttered something about violent females under my breath. Ashley just grinned… “You! Shut up!” the alpha spokesperson bellowed, trying to quiet down the Elders who still hadn’t been gagged. He then spun to Darian, who didn’t even seem phased by the events. “You! Explain!” “My name is Darian Darby and as you can obviously see,” he replied and gestured towards me. “I’m Dargan’s twin brother.” I held up a hand in greeting and smiled, but apparently, nobody had a sense of humor, because nobody even smiled back.

The heir kicked hard, like it felt the voice too. Darius caught me. “What is it?” Before I could answer, his eyes went distant. Gold bled into the silver. He heard it too. _You brought her here._ The voice was in both our heads now. _Daughter of the First Blood. You’re awake._ It wasn’t talking to me anymore. Darius went rigid. “Aria.” The voice shifted. Amused. _Smart King. She’s been calling to me since her first breath. Do you remember her dreams?_

“This cunt is mine. Say it, Elena. Call me Daddy while you leak all over my hand like a filthy girl.” She was so close, right on the edge again. He slowed once more, torturing her. “Fuck… Daddy,” she finally whispered, cheeks burning. Damon’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. “Louder.” “Daddy!” she cried out, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. He slammed his fingers harder, curling them perfectly. “That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.”