Anya Forger Novels & Stories

Aurora must have noticed it to as she lifts her nose slightly to sniff the air around us before turning to look at me with fear in her eyes. 'Do you smell that?!' She whispers through the link 'Link your father' I link back, my eyes frantically scanning the streets around us as the smell begins to get stronger. It was then that I noticed how empty the carpark was. Other than Margaret's there was only one other car here which looked like it had been abandoned. It was old with faded blue paint and numerous rust spots over the body. '10 warriors on route. Keep my daughter safe!' Alpha Nicos voice sounded through the link

"I have no choice. You shall be confined to stone and face the seas of darkness where none may explore. Your name shall be forgotten and left to decay on papyrus. Woe be unto the earth should you ever be released." A low snarl echoed from Am-Heh's throat but it died as his body stiffened, withering in the light of the other until it reached a brightness none could stand. When it cleared all that was left was a small statue in his likeness. Plucking it from the ground Atum tossed it down and into the dust of a hidden tomb. ---- Present Day:

Anna replies to the Elder. "Ne duhet ta çojmë atë te Plaku Biagaer." Elder Kilyn almost seems to command them. "Po unë pajtohem," Anna nods along with the man with the person with the bag. "Come," Anna commands me as I just stand in confusion. They all exit the hut and I have no choice but to follow them.

The soothing water cascading down my skin is a welcome respite from the emotional turmoil that had consumed me moments before. After a brief interval, I emerged from the water, enveloped myself in a plush towel, and proceeded to dry off. With a contented grin, I surveyed the garments that my grandmother had thoughtfully found for me, feeling grateful for her kindness and eager to put them on. The simple act of getting dressed in comfortable clothes was a small but significant step towards reclaiming my sense of self and finding my footing once again. ‘Nathalia I'm so sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances, but I am your wolf Aneira’. I entirely understand Aneira, and I am thankful

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

The chat window on my phone was still open to the message where the man told me to apologize. He felt so confident, likely because he believed I had nowhere else to go but by his side. But just a while ago, I received a notification from the bank. I learned that my parents had secretly left me one-third of their family fortune in Sicily when I was eighteen, as my dowry. And that money was enough for me to rise again. The moment the plane took off, I deleted all my accounts. I took one last look at the city that I had loved and hated. Dominic. Goodbye forever.

The reason fell slightly short of covering what it needed to cover, as reasons for that particular act tended to do. Aria listened to every word. Inside, she held the full inventory: the real friendship before, genuine. Then the morning of her birthday, and Lyra at the edge of the gathering, and the exact quality of the looking-away: not contempt. Fear. Lyra had been afraid and chosen herself, and the choosing had cost Aria everything available at eighteen. She did not speak. Not as punishment. Because she did not yet know the true thing to say, and she had learned not to offer a performed version of truth to relieve the pressure of a silence.

Dirty thoughts - Chloe adams All eyes on us - Jon Langston Slayer - Bryce savage Bad choices - kode COFFIN - plvtinum Mama did raise no - Aston Seven - Natalie Jane Villain era - Bryce savage I wouldn’t love me - Sam short When you say my name - chandler leighton I miss the misery - halestorm Cold - crossfade Up to no good - warren zeiders Angel with a shotgun - the cab Character blerbs Female main character Name: “Iris” Rose Hathaway Nicknames: Little one, honey badger Age: 22 Birthday: December 15 Zodiac sign: Sagittarius Nationality: Irish Race: Half witch, Half siren Hair color: Cherry Red Hair style: long and wavy typically worn down with small braids Eye color: Honey brown Birth marks:

Silver embossed lettering. Volkov, Fallon & Mehra - Estate Counsel "I have a delivery requiring signature. From the late Mr. Nikolai Volkov." Anya's hand twitched. "What? That has to be a mistake." "I'm afraid not." Carla appeared beside her, grabbing the card. "Volkov as in the Volkov? Shipping, oil, industrial complex, rich enough to clone dinosaurs?" The man remained impassive. "As in the one who passed two weeks ago. You've been named in his will."

My fingertips hover above her cheek as I remember summer nights when touching her wasn’t complicated by years of bitterness. Five years ago, her brother stole everything from me—my business, my reputation, nearly my life. Tonight, fate delivered his most precious possession directly into my hands. Complete amnesia. The words echo through my mind and settle like foundation stones beneath a plan that forms with each passing second. “If you don’t remember who you are,” I whisper to her sleeping form, “then I’ll tell you exactly who you need to be.” A wedding ring sits heavy in my pocket—a prop from an undercover operation last year that I had Mateo fetch. Perfect for convincing a woman with no