Ana Ilyas Novels & Stories

I'm gonna kill her. Here she comes .. with all her glory....bitch you are 15 minutes late... She gives me a guilty smile and says sorry Ila, I was stuck in a traffic... Ya! Ila is the name she has given me for short. With her is a guy...he had a heavily built body...dark in skin colour with round face and short black hair...he looks like some Indian guy, he is handsome though...I will tell you that. The guy introduces himself...hi I'm Rishi! have heard so much about you from Ana...what the hell Ana! till now I have not heard anyone calling her with that name and I'm shocked....lost in my thoughts...I forgot to say hi! So stupid.

He whisper shouted, smirking towards me I just glared at him, and stepped out of the closet. "I'm Anastasia, a friend of Mali" I told him "Shakti, prince of Asia" "Shakti?" I closed my eyes thinking "That means power" I opened my eyes to see Shakti smiling impressively, "I spent four years in India after high school" I explained, Mali explained to him who I was, turns out, even though Leah loves Mali her dad is forcing, yes, forcing her to marry Shakti, he is against this marriage, just as much as she is

replied Annaliese nonchalantly. He smiled amusedly. “Fair enough,” he commented. “Then, go ahead.” Annaliese played with her fingers. “Um, I’m Annaliese Lee from Indonesia and I’m a travel vlogger. That’s why I’m here.” William crossed his arms and shook his head. “Come on, Ann,” he said in disbelief. “What? You mentioned your name, where you’re from, and what you do. I did too, right?” Annaliese raised her eyebrows and put on a poker face.

jesya said when they were already standing in front of class Ily, Jesya has also asked Ily to leave his class because his parents want to talk. "yes, have a nice day dear!" said Anjani as she waved to Jesya and Keith who walked away from them. "Hi, darling." Anjani greets Ily who has just come out of her class. The girl smiles shyly as she stands right in front of Arsya and Anjani who look at her with a soft stare. "Introduce me, my name is Anjani." said Anjani while shaking Ily's hand. "Aily" replied Ily, then his hands turned to a mature and authoritative man wearing a formal suit.

I could tell by his tone that he was holding back much anger. "I... I do not know why. It is not for me to question the orders of Lord Ares." Ilias said. I feel bad for him. I know I shouldn't. He's been told to follow me, which should anger me as much as, if not more, it angers Andy. But I can't help but feel sympathy for Ilias. He is a soldier of Ares. His lord gave him a command, and he must obey no matter his personal feelings. I don't want to begin to imagine the consequences of disobedience in Ares House.

“They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!” “You really should be!” Isabelle shook her head and looked very sympathetic. “You just don’t understand do you, Oswald. I’m not just any old member of the Brethren. I’m the main man…if you’ll pardon the expression.” She ran her hands down her body and gave the most horrible leer that Alice had ever seen in her life. David ignored it. David took another step forward and Belinda saw Isabelle lift a foot, as if about to take a step backward. The foot was placed back down on the surface and she knew then that he/she/it had wanted to retreat but didn’t want to lose face.

“The man claims to be from the future! He sweeps into Annalisa’s life and marries her within a day, and you just… accept it?” He set the glass down with a decisive clink. “Annalisa seems happy,” he said simply. “Happy?” I sputtered. “Happiness is hardly a sound basis for running a Dukedom! She’s a whirlwind of reckless impulsiveness, and this Adrian fellow is a complete unknown! Don’t you see the danger in this?” “Danger? Perhaps,” he conceded, steepling his fingers. “But there’s also a spark in Annalisa I haven’t seen in years. A fire she seems to have rediscovered with this… Adrian.”

I cleared my throat to get their attention. Ireal immediately breaks from the kiss when she realized she has audience. "Ermm... sorry if I interrupted anything. I am Maya Grey"the girl shyly says. "Oh my, sorry you had to see that. You are our new roommate. Please come in"Ireal says The girl walks inside cautiously and places the vase on the floor. "I am Ireal Angelis and this is my fiance Blake Harrison and my best friend who is also our roommate Azrael Infantino" Blake gave her a curt nod.

They could persuade Barbara to open a door and create an internal breach. Cyrus crossed his arms, a sign of caution, and looked at Barbara and Keira. "Tell me about Ilyana." They shared everything they knew. Ilyana was 27 years old, a national-level martial arts champion with mastery of 300 traditional forms and more than a dozen foreign combat systems. She specialized in blade work and grappling. She had once served as a bodyguard for a high-ranking official, then was recruited by the board of Greenvich Academy with a 600,000-dollar annual salary to teach martial arts.

"How did you get this number, Sir?" "From a friend. Is this a bad time?" Ilya asked monotonously. His accent sounded more English than I remembered. He was a Serbian-Russian business tycoon who owned some real estate and invested in several companies. Typical head honcho from a clan of businessmen, as far as I knew.