Ana Merya Novels & Stories

There is a wide grin on her face as she looks between us. My eyebrow quirks up. "Uh, I think we might need an explanation for that one," I say slowly, glancing over to see Daniel just as confused. "Hybrids are more powerful than normal angels, right? So, we break them out of rehab and have them help us take down the Council!" Daniel lets out an incredulous snort. "Are you insane? Do you remember how high security was there?" "Yes, but I have also seen the strength of your pack. Plus, Ana is probably one of the most powerful angels in the world now that she's got her wings back.

Aisa laughed, making Amara smile faintly but also confused about Nanay Unday’s reaction, though she dared not ask. “Ha! Sir’s brought home so many women before—rich ladies, businesswomen, sophisticated types... There’s no way someone like me would ever get a glance from him. I’m pretty sure his crazy girlfriend hardly even visits anymore. What was her name again?” Aisa joked, continuing to chop the veggies. “That’s Ma’am Angelica, Aisa! How could you forget?” Nanay Unday answered. Amara sighed deeply when she heard Angelica’s name, unsure how to feel about it. Nanay Unday was watching her every move carefully, and even if Amara avoided looking, she knew the older woman was studying her.

Ariana asked in a disgusting wave of sound. Before, Mr or Mrs. Kapoor replied, Raima interrupted, "We are their Daughters." "She is Myra and I'm Raima," She introduced and Myra gave a forced smile to everyone. "Ohh, nice to meet you both of you," Ariana smiled at them. Her gaze occurred the attention of Myra. She was dressed in a simple Kurta and Leggings. No part of her body was exposed or to be seen, though she was looking like an angel. Her fair white skin, long dark brown hair with a golden shade, and green emerald eyes make her elegant and gorgeous.

ALPHA GREYSON (Part 7) "Her name is Amara Brooks, and she is an orphan from the Western Regions. She is not a member of any packs, and... There's not much information about her," Miguel informed me. I stared at that girl's documents, in her photo, and the more I stared at her picture, the more I noticed resembles between her and the Princess of Rema Kingdom.

Anna lifted her eyebrows, she really did not expect that Mercy to still harbor the dream of becoming a celebrity. "Mercy what are you saying?" Robert scolded unhappily. However, Mercy did not pay him any heed and continued smiling. "I said, we still have someone in the Public Relations Department, she can definitely solve it, moreover, she also has the time to solve it." Surprised, Mark asked "There's someone who can solve it?" "It's Anastacia William. She's our Public Relations Department's pride, there's no crisis she cannot solve," Mercy said.

Harlyn called my name her gaze tentatively and defensively on Merari. “Hello, dear,” the beautiful woman greeted Harlyn. “Who are you?” Harlyn asked without hesitation. Merari simply smiled at her. “Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Forgive me, but I just had to see Caris’s little miracle baby,” she approached and her hand hovered over my daughter’s features and for a second I did not trust what she’d do to her. Then she retracted. “What a pretty little thing you are,” she said and then sighed. “My name is Merari, dear, Merari Van Doren” she finally answered Harlyn's question. “And to answer the question that your father is too cowardly to answer, yes…it was Valene.”

I was astonished by the two of them because I couldn't believe they had turned my home into a battle arena. "Leah, get her out of here!" I was just jolted awake by Amoux's piercing voice. When I glanced at the woman, her grin touched the sky, and she instantly extended her hand to me. "So, your name is Leah! You're Amoux's personal Doctor!" She told me cheerfully, and she seemed to be a sparkling crystal. I accepted her hand after carefully inspecting it. "Y-yeah. My name is Leah Vuk." "My name is Anaya Yera, and I'm from the Wind Winders Pack."

She missed him so much. She had finished making the spear and was about to strike, when she felt a strong grip, she tried to wiggle away but her efforts where futile. She kept pushing and pulling but she couldn't free herself from the group. Amira recognized the Warriors to Beavertail Juan's but they didn't recognize her, she added the bids due to child beats so she looked chica which has shipped in fact do and the mold which splashed on her face while she was trying to find food prevented the Warriors from recognizing her. One of the warriors said

Then, soft and certain, came the gentle scrape of shoes on the cobblestone. “Child,” Maeryn’s voice drifted to me like a sigh of warm air. “You’ll catch a chill sitting out here like that.” I wiped hastily at my face, though there was no hiding what she’d already seen. My cheeks burned, my lashes wet. “I’m fine,” I said weakly. Maeryn gave me a look that could unmake any lie, the kind that came from years of raising a house full of stubborn men. “Of course you are,” She said dryly. “And I’m the Queen of Jelita. Omara Grizzy.”

Something Aria couldn’t explain. Every time Ryan passed near her… Her chest tightened. Her pulse quickened. And somewhere deep within her bones… Something ancient stirred. Ryan noticed it too. He just didn’t understand it yet. From across the courtyard, Ryan watched the girl quietly as she helped Luna Maren carry baskets of herbs. She moved carefully. Gracefully. But there was something strange about her presence. Something that kept his wolf alert. Ryan frowned slightly. He didn’t trust it. He didn’t trust her.