Alya Novels & Stories

“The thing is, he’s not stupid. He looked me straight in the eyes, while I was performing. He must have sensed something. “I guess your dancing gave you away” “I knew it. I shouldn’t have worked here, but I was left with no choice.” Arya became agitated and bursts out in tears. Lira comforted her hopelessly, as she wished that her husband won’t find her. According to Arya, he is a powerful man in Country Cirk. He gets what he wants when he wanted it and never let’s go of his prey. “Mr. Brail! I found your wife. Mrs. Bethany Brail.”

Vincent said, "The two women in the picture are my grandmother and Aunt Irene. Aliyah is exactly like Aunt Irene, isn't she?" The picture was likely taken when Irene was sixteen or seventeen. She looks so young, beautiful, and innocent. Aliyah's face resembles Irene's ninety-nine percent, except that their hair is a different color. Their auras are also slightly different because Irene seems to be honest and gentle, and Aliyah was trained as a hunter since childhood, so she is strong, challenging, and stubborn. After looking at this picture, I can't deny that Aliyah is indeed the daughter of Alpha Dominic and Luna Irene. I don't want to accept this fact.

She said as we all glared at her at once. "No. Leave, This is only between Family and you are not invited" Just after Beta Victor finished speaking, He pushed Lily out and locked the door without waiting for her refusal. "Hello, I'm Layla." I greeted. "I know you, Alpha Leonard's sister." He shook my hand. "So please do me a favor and treat Lisa well" I said as he nodded. "For the rest of my life" He sworn. "We can now eat" Mrs. Patrick, Beta Victor's mom came out and announced

Elena said quietly as she entered the room, balancing a silver tray of breakfast. Aliyah flinched at the title. “I’m not a señora,” she murmured. Elena paused, eyes softening just slightly. “It’s what I must call you.” Aliyah pulled the silk robe around herself. “Even if I’m just here to breed a child for him?” Elena glanced toward the hallway before lowering her voice. “Don’t say such things. The walls here… they remember.” Aliyah let out a bitter laugh. “Then let them remember this. I’m not his wife. I’m a glorified surrogate with no rights, no name, and no voice.”

‘There’s an important I should be doing…’ Why couldn’t she remember the circumstances in which they had met? As hard as she tried to think of anything past training at Blue Castle with Estée, she could not recall how she ended up like this… in the mortal world. The stench exuding from their surroundings was enough for her to know that much. “What is your name?” He asked, seeing she was not thinking about introducing herself. “Oh, sorry! I’m Ayla.” When he woke up, Nox already had this dreadful suspicion that the woman who resembled Lyra so extraordinarily, was in fact a stranger. The feeling only grew when he checked his chest only to see his soulmark was gone.

She made a half-smile before she positioned herself next to me. "You're still taking good care of Alisha, huh," she commented, making my forehead crease. I don't know how she knew the name of my doll because it's impossible for her to read my mind or know the simplest thing like this. "H-how did you know her name?" I asked in confusion. She turned her body to face me and released a smirk afterwards. "We're sisters," she replied. "It doesn't answer the question." "Mom brought us the same doll long years ago. I named your doll as Alisha, connected to your name. While you named my doll, which I left in the condominium, as Celestina." She smiled bitterly before dashing herself on me.

Ayla: My name is Maria Ayla. My loved and closed ones call me Ayla. I'm 20 years old and I'm 5'3". I'm from Chennai, South India. Currently pursuing my BE at Mumbai. My dad is super cool and mom is sweet but strict at times and I have one annoying little brother Riyo. He maybe younger than me but always acts as a older brother. I have lots of friends but only 2 of them are I'm so close with. You all already know them I guess. I don't wanna bore you with that again.

At 20 years old, Alya was a striking blend of her parents—Samantha’s fiery spirit and Kevin’s quiet strength—her presence a testament to the Dawn Pack’s enduring legacy. Alya knelt by the fire pit, her amber eyes glowing with determination, her voice a soft whisper, the sunlight illuminating her face, the warmth of the grove a mirror to the purpose in her heart, the air thick with the legacy of her family, the grove a sanctuary, her future a radiant flame. “I feel you here,” she murmured, her fingers brushing the wildflowers, their petals soft under her touch, the sunlight dancing on her face, the grove a haven, the warmth a sha

He smiled at her and she blushed. "I'm fine and thank you, you don't look too bad yourself." She replied as he ushered us to sit down. "My bad, this is my best friend Konyii." She introduced me and I smiled at him. "Beautiful name for a beautiful lady, I'm Wale." He said smiling back. Truth be told, he had a very flirty attitude but then his looks go with it. He's handsome. "Thanks." I replied looking away. "We are gonna order something and we'll be back." Abiola said standing up, I did the same and we bothered walked to the counter.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.