Apov Story Novels & Stories

she suggested. "Tell me what happened in Russia." And so Ava began to tell the story, from how they had gone clubbing that night and he had gotten uncontrollably drunk and was just telling her stories about his childhood and past and then he had brought up the story about taking a girl's virginity and how regretted it everyday and Ava recounted how she had just sat there speechless as she listened to her own story from another person's perspective. "I was so speechless. It was the most gut wrenching experience" she described and as Caroline listened to Ava's story, her expression went from anger to understanding and softening as she heard the pain in Ava's voice.

This story contains explicit content please read if you are above 18. ************************************************** Ava All Men suck. If not that i like dick so much, I would give up on them. Who the hell knocks up their fiancée’s best friend? Who the hell fucks their own best friend’s fiancée? Where’s the damn girl code?

The article was released at 6:00 AM on the morning of the gala. I'm stitting at the kitchen island, choking down coffee that's gone cold twice, when my phone erupts. Maya's story floods the Free Press homepage, the headline bold and unflinching: The DeVries Empire: A Dynasty Built on Murder, Corruption, and a Mother's Final Sacrifice. Julian prowls out of the bedroom, barefoot and rumpled, his hair a disaster. "It's live," he says. Not a question.

` A single gray checkmark appeared. Her profile picture was gone, replaced by a gray silhouette. It hit him then that for three years, all of their communication had been initiated by her. He had never once truly cared where she was or what she was doing. And now, Victoria was gone. As Finn was reeling, his phone rang. It was Elena. "Finn, I heard… that you and Victoria are divorced?" she asked, her voice a careful, probing whisper. Finn was silent for a long moment before grunting, "Yeah."

Writer’s POV. The months flew by in a blur of board meetings, late nights, and stolen moments of laughter with Tristan and Andrew. Ava’s life had transformed into something unrecognizable—she had gone from a struggling single mother to one of the most powerful business leaders in the world. Yet, despite her newfound success, Ava remained grounded. Each accomplishment, every milestone, was tethered to a deeper purpose: creating a stable, loving environment for her growing family and proving to herself—and the world—that she could rise above her circumstances.

" Silence in the hall. Damian got up. Went on stage. Took the mic. "Sophia is lying." Sophia: "What?" Damian: "10 years ago I was yours. By mistake. Today I am Ava's. By responsibility. By love. Forever." He took Ava's hand. "This is my wife. This is the mother of my 3 children. And you? You are just the past." Applause. Sophia's face fell. She ran out. --- _DAY 710: THE APOLOGY_ Night. Home. Ava was crying.

Alex POV I am awakened by the immense hunger that is eating at my stomach. Something smells really good. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Who's in my apartment? Reevan left last night 'cause there was a problem with his grandma and they had to book an emergency flight to Canada. My heart broke at the thought of what his family is going through. I'm here crying about bringing life into the world while they are struggling to keep one here. I'm just so selfish sometimes.

I trained my body for years, cultivated my mind, and above all, hardened my heart not to feel any compassion for Alexander Will Bennett. My name is Ava Smith, I'm twenty-four years old, and I hold a degree in economics. I speak five languages: French, English, Spanish, German, and Italian. Tall, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles on my face, I possess striking beauty. I am powerful, dangerous, and can have any man I desire eating out of my hand.

into a "Landscape." "Is the story finished, Avery?" Nova asked, popping a strawberry into her mouth. "The 'Old-Story' is," Avery replied, looking out the window at a world that was finally, beautifully "Un-Written." "The 'New-One'... well, that’s up to you."

I remembered the first day of the apocalypse when cities turned into hell on earth as the streets filled with screams and blood. I remembered the countless deaths I'd seen over the last three years. The elderly, the children, my comrades, and those strangers. I remembered the people who were killed by their loved ones because of infection, and those who turned into zombies in the depths of despair. "I'll do it," I said. Uriah was so ecstatic that he almost jumped out of his chair. Iris merely nodded, as if she had expected my answer all along. In the days that followed, I became the research center's most special "guest".