Trent Lane Daria Novels & Stories

Jamira said if she knew how, she’d tell me, but heaven was not her domain. We enter Trasion easily. There was no fee to enter or live there other than you had to be a winemaker. My father was known well for his wine. Even though it was a small shop, dad’s wine was rare and delicious. He was offered his own factory many times, but he knew if he started a factory, he wouldn’t have time for his family. I told the duke of the town that I was his granddaughter. I kept my fathers last name; Celestia, and changed my first name to Lila. As far as anyone knew I was layla’s daughter. I willed everything to myself. If anyone asked where my mother was, I would say she died at the age of 44. 44 years old

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

Tyler continued, “Take off your jeans, Daria… and your panties.” Again, Daria complied, feeling a little self-conscious as she unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down. She was wearing her favorite ultra-soft cotton panties, which rode high up on her hips. She hooked her thumbs in each side and slid them down, bending over in the process. When she stood back up, Tyler dropped to her knees in front of her and kissed her lightly on her belly. It tickled a little so Daria flinched and giggled. “Sorry,” she said, embarrassed. “I guess I’m a little sensitive…”

“Grandma Daria, this is Elara, my brother’s mate.’’ “Her?’’ The Lycan looked at me with pure bewilderment. “What is the Lycan King doing? Is this some kind of experiment? We can fuck wolves but not mate with them, that is absurd.’’ “Miss Daria please..’’ “Darian!’’ Miss Daria turned to shouting. “Darian, explain this… absurdity to me.’’ Lucas’ father was engulfed in a conversation across the room until Daria called him. He rushed over to us, making a scene that attracted everyone else’ attention. “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, pointi

“As much as I’d love to put you on your fucking ass I weigh my options a bit more rationally. You’ll protect her if it kills you.” I watched as Derek took a ragged breath and glared at Trenton. “Fine.” Derek spat at him. “What are you doing about Dalia then?” “I haven’t yet figured that out asshole.” Trenton turned his back on Derek and walked to me, his eyes still bright with his frustration. “Really sweetheart this is beyond me.” He put his hands just under my breasts as he circled his thumbs on them, pulled me against him and kissed me. A fire grew in my stomach as I felt his arousal.

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.

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"

This morning I'm sitting with a woman named Daria in the pack's communal garden, helping her stake tomato plants that got flattened in last night's wind, and I'm learning that she has three children under seven and a mate who works the night patrol rotation, which means she does the morning alone every day, which means the tomatoes fell over at five AM and she's been trying to fix them with a toddler on her hip ever since. "Here." I take the stake from her and drive it into the soil with the force that still surprises me sometimes— my own strength, recalibrated since the shift. The plant straightens. Daria watches with frank appreciation. "That would have taken me another twenty minutes," sh

Caleb gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Caleb?” Through clenched teeth, he said, “She was a redhead, Diana. He’s a red lupus garou looking for a mate. There must be a shortage of eligible females in the area.” Diana's throat felt parched as if she’d crossed the Badlands without a lick of water.

“Are you sure? That it was Tatiana? As in, your mother, Tatiana?” Delilah stepped forward, fury and fear crashing in her eyes. “I know my mother, Damon. I know what she looks like. I’ve seen her picture on Giovanni’s desk. I saw her enough to recognize her anywhere, and I know that it was her. She touched Lysandra’s face like she. like she was hers. She was here to claim something that would morally be more dangerous than good.” Sienna didn’t say a word as Delilah spoke. She looked away from her, she looked away from me. She was completely lost. I saw it in her eyes.