All Chapters of Ayah For The Ruthless: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

On my twelfth birthday, the first gift I received was the burn of my skin as my head slammed against the wooden edge of a chair, my vision hazy and painted red as blood slid down my temple, and when another blow struck my stomach I emptied everything I had eaten in the last two days, my body convulsing and trembling as though it no longer belonged to me.The laughter of my classmates echoed in the gym as hot coals were pressed against my hands, my flesh searing while they threw me onto the ground like I was nothing more than a broken doll. My glasses cracked beneath their shoes, the world turning into a blur of shapes and colors. I could only hear them, the sound of their amusement filling the air, cruel and unrelenting, as if my screams were a kind of music to them.“Ayah, baby, don’t you need some water to cool down your arms?” one of the girls taunted, and before I could even comprehend her words, boiling water splashed across my skin, burning me deeper than the fire had. Their laug

The wind blew from inside my bones. The air was too chilly and I was standing outside this luxurious club at 2 am. The fog came out of my mouth as I breathed out. The phone call from Mia creeped me out. I just knew that she was in danger. I showed the guards my ID as I stepped in. From the silence of the night, I was welcomed to the chaos of music and the smell of sweat and music in the air. I cringed at my surroundings. I hated to be in places like these, god knows why I was dragged here today. Rather than looking around, I decided to search for Mia first. I looked here and there and found no one. Thankfully, no one paid me any attention so I searched for her in the whole club and still didn’t find her. “Gosh, where is she?” I whispered. A bartender looked at me concerned. “You lookin’ for someone?” He asked. I nodded. He smirked. ”Ain’t no way you will find the one you are trying to find.” He said and continued wiping the glass in hand. I frowned at him. “Why not?” I

Five days agoWho is he? At the flower shop, in the bookstore, the coffee shop, and even in my house I was receiving books. My favorite books. Someone was delivering them which were painted in red blood. I didn't know if it was real or not but the smell was strong.At first, I labeled it as a prank but days passed by and I kept receiving them now and then. Mrs. Rose smelled the book and said they might be coming from a spirit. I doubted that though. I didn't show any of them to Mia. She was worried about herself. I kept them under my bed. I was scared of the stack that was growing day by day. I felt like if I asked for help things just might go against me. The smell of blood became vivid and the stack grew. My gut feeling kept replaying those eyes I saw on the balcony. I kept thinking that he might be the one to do all this. Why? I have lived a quiet life and never messed with anyone. Why would this happen to me or what was the purpose of all this?"Why?" I whispered as the wind blew

"Why would she run from her love?" The customer behind me complained about the TV show. I was making her latte with my back facing her.My hands were working fast. I needed to get home quickly. I did not feel like working today. As I handed her the drink, I immediately took off my apron and headed toward the staff room. I took a deep breath and fixed everything. The last customer left as the shop closed and I was on my way back. The night was so dark, darker than usual. No stars followed me and even the moon hid behind dark clouds. The only sound that I heard was the sound of my footsteps in the alleyway. My feet were still sore and the blisters from my shoe had reddened which made it difficult for me to walk. Nevertheless, I walked and walked. My legs were begging me to stop. If I stopped now I would never be able to run again. Because there was someone behind me and I knew who it was. Ever since I ran away from that mansion, from that bizarre man who kidnapped me and tried to mak

His patience lay thin as he tapped his shoes on the marble floor of the luxurious office cubicle in which his secretary was narrating his schedule for tomorrow. Elio's head rested on his chair as he looked up at the ceiling. His attention was not on his secretary nor did he bother to listen to him. He merely stared up at the ceiling portraying her figure, her face, kindness, and fierceness. Her entirety was making him feel detrimental. As if he wanted to harm that creature in his clutches right now. The innocence she had and the way she put her fighting skills to use was making him lose his mind and he could not grasp the reality of how someone like her could exist. Such an angel, so pure yet so dangerous. "Why would she wear a scarf?" Elio asked, his eyes fixated on the ceiling. His secretary looked at him. "Because she is a Muslim, sir. Grey gave you this information before. She is quiet on the religious side." He said. Elio looked somewhat irritated getting the same piece of i