Ana Ilyas Novels & Stories

″ Anas screamed in his usual manner. Anna rolled her eyes. ″I knew you guys would be awake by this time,″ she explained. ″Yeah right. And you couldn't call for how many days?″ Haniya said as she eyed Anna. ″I'm so sorry. I haven't really had time,″ she lied. ″Quite lying,″ Anas said. ″You forgot us so soon.″ He cried dramatically as he said this while Anna and Haniya laughed. ″I'm sorry,″ Anna said when she stopped laughing, ″But I never forgot you. You guys are my world.″

Isabelle asked when she had recovered a little, shrugging her shoulders so as to settle her bag's straps on them. "What's all these?" Olabisi mocked with a tiny voice, placing a hand on her hip. "Since you don't wanna learn your place in this school, I guess we'll have to teach it to you." "I don't understand what you're talking about." "Liar!" the light-skinned girl shouted and came to stand beside her friend. "Nneka, calm down. Let me handle it," Olabisi said. "Calm down? This bitch is trying to steal my man and you're telling me to calm down?"

Her soul. Whereas Aayana is a 25 years old ambitious and talented girl with a sweet and caring nature. She loves from the core of her heart. She wants to shine in her career and she has a secret crush on Ira. She finds her soul in Ira. But she can't reach her because of her status. And she also knows that her family won't accept her reality. Still, she is in the hope that one day she will get her love. The love of her life. About whom she dreams every night and aspires every moment. The divine feelings she feels for Ira, give her the feel of a peach mountain. She is afraid that she will be able to get in touch with the love of her life. Her love. Her Soul.

✨ ILYAAN ✨ 😨 His hands shook as he opened it. Inside were memories. Not written memories. Real memories. 🌙 The pages moved by themselves. And suddenly— Images began appearing. A little boy playing in a garden. A woman singing. A man smiling. A family laughing. ❤️ But the family wasn’t Ilyaan’s family. These were strangers. Yet somehow… The memories felt familiar. 💔 Then a name appeared. Written across one page. ✨ AARIZ ✨

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

Liyana blurted sadly. “Now I get it. He was the same guy, right? Ayaan Syed,” Rayan mentioned and smirked as Liyana looked at him surprised. “You don’t have to be astonished. You know how my team works. Besides, what does he have to offer you? I can give you…”

If I may” “He got held up in the states, but he'll be back by next weekend, and our had some business to handle”, one of the men answered. “Ah, alright, right this way then”, my father ushered them into the living room. “This is the bride to be, Anaya” Serena looked at me, she scrutinised me head to toe as if checking out a dress. “My sons, Antonio, Marco, Davide,” he turned and looked disdainfully towards... “and my youngest son, Luca.

Her voice was quiet, but held no emotion. “I don’t know. You tell me.” Dylan’s anger surfaced at Isabel’s question. She was the cause of Carlos unruly behavior towards him, yet she pretended not to know. Underneath Isabel’s cool exterior, she was fuming with indignation. “Tell me, Isabel… Whose fault is it that Carlos acts the way he does?” “I thought we’re past this?” She gritted her teeth, to keep her anger at bay. “Obviously, I guess not.” Dylan gestured at his body.

I said as I took my shades and car keys cause it was sunny outside. I looked good, my palms and caps were to match and yeah, Faryah had to fall in love again. " let's go, we're late gaskiya" I said as I walked out of my room and closed the door. " well at least you look good" Aneesah said and I blushed a little. " You look good too y'know, Aunty Naja's sons are going to drool" I answered as we walked down the stairs side by side. " Oh please who's their mate" she said and laughed out loud. " Ah, then go and find your mate, na san kina da wani boyfriend chan a i*******m, na san irin ku( I know you have a boyfriend there on I*******m, I know your type)" I said and watched her laugh again. " Ka