Alya Novels & Stories

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

she replied. “ Get ready to have your mind blown away.” he added, smirking. ~~~~~~~ Aly sat on her couch with her eyes glued to the TV. Was she seeing and hearing right? Bazyli, a multi tycoon in Greece?! How? When? The Bazyli she knew was a bartender, not what she was seeing and hearing.

Alaya was a 20 year old girl, focusing on her passion. Her Muslim family used to live in Washington. At the age of 12 her mother died, leaving behind a new born brother. Alaya took care of her brother alone, leaving studies. Alaya’s father, Wasim Sheikh was a wealthy man, but became weak when his beloved wife left him. As he woke up from his depression, he realized that his business was facing loss. To support his business he instantly married a strong woman of Los Angeles, Angelina Parker.

My sisters voice yelled though the house. " Hey when did you get here?" I asked picking up both little ones that ran right for me. My sister and Erik made some beautiful girls. Aarya and Penelope both very gifted and very smart. They make my kids look like chumps. But they will still be able to go head to head in a fight. Penelope makes Katie laugh so hard that she pees herself so we make sure them two stay where we can see them. Penelope can control the elements and Aarya can control time. They are only 9 years old but coming along better than Briella did when she was 9. I remember when she found out they had powers she was freaked and didn't know if she could handle them. But I told her sh

oh, was I so glad, I stood om the line with my face down as the Alpha walked towards us. Already glad he passed without noticing me, I felt a rush of cold blood ran down my spine with the sound of his retracting footsteps. ' Oh No! He can't be coming back! ' ' He already walked past me!' I cried from within. "You! What is your name?" he spoke in a demanding tone as he stood in front of me. "That's Ayla, the wolfslayer's Daughter, " the senior Nun answered before I could even mutter a word. 'Oh, no She can't give out my identity like this. I can't let this Crazy Alpha know about me, I cried from disappointment within.

Behind her, a sharp hiss echoed. She turned just in time to see Cynthia Westwood marching toward her, heels crunching the gravel. The older woman’s face was tight, pale with fury. She came close—too close—and then, without warning, spat at Alaya’s feet. “That’s all you’ll ever be,” she said coldly. Alaya looked down at the spittle near her shoe, then back up at Cynthia with a calm, measured smile. “No,” she said softly. “That’s all I was.”

I said and she smiled “you are welcome” “What is your name?” I asked “I am Olga healer of the Ebony Ridge pack” “I’m Ayla” “You didn’t deem it fit to inform me that the rogue was finally awake Olga” a deep male voice spoke from behind us. Olga stood up “Oh please Alpha, don’t try to intimidate her” she said and my eyes widened. She spoke with him so casually. If this were my old pack, you’d be lucky to just get away with a whipping. “I am Romeo Rivers, Alpha of the Ebony Ridge pack” he said and I bowed my head slightly. “I am Ayla Stable Alpha” I said and he chuckled.

Ayla's pov I finish out my school day and head for my locker. Jace is my ride this week, we trade off, and it’s his turn to drive. I’m rearranging my books, trying to figure out which ones I’ll need for homework, when I feel someone step into my space. I look up. Ice blue eyes. Kieran Vale. Future Alpha of Moonridge. Fantastic.

It had said Hello, whoever finds precious little Ayla. For a reason that cannot be said, she has been left here, hoping that someone can give her a good life. She is half a wolf, and needs someone who can show her this world. Ayla was born on April 27th. Please treat her well, show her what love and family are. Best wishes, a friend.

She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet. I groaned in pain and managed to stand up. “Alpha finally dumped her for me, and now she's salty,” Tracy spat out. “Brianna, you have to see her face when he rejected her. What a silly goof!” She hissed. Brianna shrieked excitedly, flashing her hands in the air. “Wow, Lena, you are really done for. You can't keep a man, you lost your mom, and your father couldn't even live long enough to take care of us. You must be bad luck,"