Novels by Ayah Lior

Third personTwo days had gone by since Karine was brutally beaten. Her courtyard was full, not much to her surprise. While others had woken on the best side of their beds, Karine had once again woken up on the worst side.She yawned and stretched, but her body quickly recoiled from the pain. Her back ached from the wounds.Just then, her maid entered with a bottle of ointment. Its stench was so strong that Karine vomited by the bedside before she could realize it.The maid stopped, her eyes darting to the mess on the floor, then to the woman on the bed.When Karine was done, her body fell back on the bed weakly, her breathing slightly heavy.“This will heal the wounds quicker,” the maid said, dropping the bottle on the nightstand. Then she stepped out, and in less than a minute she walked back in with a bucket and a mop.She not only cleaned the area she had vomited in, but also the rest of the room. Karine watched her air the curtains, place everything in order, then walk over to he

Third PersonGuilt, they say, is pain that eats from within, and Mrs. Caswell was slowly dying. Elise had stayed with her all through the previous night, but still, she could not bring herself to sleep. Rather, she watched the girl who was the same age as her daughter sleep peacefully within the premises of her home while she lamented and prayed for the safety of her child.It wasn't until the second howl of dawn that the car of Taron Caswell drove into the compound. Everyone was asleep. Even the shadow guards had been dismissed. With Yella gone, there wasn't much to protect, and looking back at how their lives had evolved over the years, it was at that moment that Mrs. Caswell could clearly see how things had truly turned out.The maids came and carried Elise to Liora's room. Mrs. Caswell couldn't afford to allow her to sleep with the other maids. She was young when they brought her home, and from then on she had shared Yella’s life. From the comfort of her bed to clothes and food, E

Third personThe break of dawn did not come with peace and fewer worries for Yella. Rather, it came with aching bones, baggy eyes, and weakness. She hadn't slept, and listening to Karine cry through the first half of the night left her with nothing but nightmares.By the first ray of sunlight, she was already up, but her body wouldn't permit her to do as she wished. She wanted to check up on her, but Marvin’s words from the night before kept ringing in her head like a broken alarm.The moment Yella stepped out of her room, she noticed the changes. The main door to her quarters was wide open, and servants went about cleaning the hallway while others repaired broken windows and other items. Owell stood by the entrance so straight she feared for his legs, while Moreen and two other maids worked within the courtyard.Moreen turned the corner from the kitchen and quickly smiled.“Good morning, Mrs. Leonard,” she greeted charmingly, as if the day held a special occasion.“Hmm,” Yella could

Third PersonNight settled over Leonard’s estate with a heaviness that Yella couldn't understand. She felt so uneasy. Unlike how she had expected to be treated, a lovely dinner arrived, and she was practically served a feast, so without delay, she ate, but only a little. Her back ached from all the hard work during the day; hence, all she wanted was to go to bed early.By the time Moreen was done clearing the plates and everything; Yella was already halfway to her bedroom. As the corridors quieted, she lay in bed, closed her eyes, and begged for nothing but a good night's sleep... and that too had to come with a price.Within the depths of the night, Yella suddenly jolted upright. Her body shivered, cold sweat breaking from every part of her body.“No...” she cried, her hands clutching her stomach tightly. “Not my baby,” she whispered.Just then, Moreen rushed inside.“Mrs. Leonard... are you okay?” she asked but abruptly stopped upon seeing Yella awake.Yella wanted to nod and tell h

Third personYella stared at the woman, a shadow of the one she knew. Karine was an alpha, a woman who commanded rooms and people, but looking at the figure before her, it wasn't her. It couldn't be her.“Karine...” Yella whispered as she stepped closer, her hands trembling by her side.Karine turned to the familiar name. Her lips stretched a little, as if part of her recognized the person or the voice. Then slowly, she turned away, her hands clutched around her stomach as she rocked herself back and forth.“It's in my head... It's in my head... It's not real.”She repeated those words too many times to count.Yella didn't know when tears began to flow, but she cried.“What's wrong with you?” she asked, reaching forward.But Karine crawled backward as if her touch would burn.“It's not real… none of this is real,” she kept repeating to herself.Yella turned to her maid, who didn't look surprised.“What's wrong with her? Why is she so dirty?”The maid lowered her head and said nothing.

Third personYella woke up to the light of the morning rays.Moreen had already stepped inside, drawing the curtains open and letting light penetrate her darkness.All she wanted was to sleep a little more, but the house had rules.Everyone had to be up at a certain time, and it was early.Fredrick Leonard had walked out of her room in the early hours of the morning, leaving her sore and in pain.For a man of his age, she had not expected him to take turns on her like a maniac.He was rough and unromantic, and it was nothing like how it felt with Marvin.Her wolf fought against his touch. Even his breath on them disgusted her.But Yella had to constantly remind her of their present predicament.Rejecting him would be aiming a sword at their baby's throat, and that was the last thing either she or her wolf wanted.So they settled on common ground.Yella groaned in pain as she forced herself to sit up.Everything about her body felt as though it was falling apart, but luckily, there was