Aria Sativa Novels & Stories

"You get used to it. What we grow here is worth the smell. Trust me." "Ew," I squeaked through my fingers. "What is it?" Atlas didn't even flinch at the smell. He looked at me, perfectly calm. "Hemp. For the doctors." I let out a breath of relief, though I didn't let go of my nose. "Oh, thank Goddess." I started to back toward the door, waving the air away. "For a second, I thought you were going to say it was medicinal marijuana." Both Atlas and Jorah smirked at the same time. Their eyes went blank for a second—the look they get when they're talking through the link. I stood in the doorway, my nose stinging, waiting for them to finish their private chat.

She didn’t argue. The alley smelled like damp brick and cigarette smoke. The cassette was cold in my hand, as if it had been left in the freezer. This one was labeled J-0. Zero. I brought it inside. Beverly didn’t ask to hold it. She just stared at it like it might bite. “You want to listen?” I asked. She didn’t answer. “I think we have to,” I added. “Why else would it show up? It’s for me.” “No,” she whispered. “It’s for them.”

Ingrid was a little hesitant to obey her alpha’s order since her health was at stake, and considering the fact that she just returned from a warfare and was supposed to eat healthy foods to help revitalize her system. “Yes, alpha.” Ingrid, who was in no position to question her alpha’s orders quietly replied, and started her way to the kitchen. “On second thoughts, I think I’ll like to have chilate de pollo (a fiery chicken soup) for lunch.” Isabel’s voice halted Ingrid in her tracks. “Still… Don’t forget my bottle of tequila.” She concluded through mind link before heading upstairs. She needed something hot and spicy as her emotions were all over the place. She needed something to keep her

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

Their blood boiled when they think of a scenario that someone is using the Mask Low Pill and Voice Changer Pill to do something bad to them or frame them. "That's possible to refine?" Sirene asked curiously. Never had she ever thought that would be possible. Soheila laughed softly. "Yes, I add a herb to the Detectable Pill that would automatically oppose the Voice Changer Pill and Mask Low Pill," Soheila explained. The herb that she added was from Earth, it's called Agate Brown Garlic. It has a heart shape and had stripes and its color is brown. It is only available from the 28th century and Soheila got tons of seeds of it in her spirit ring.

Now that everyone was in pairs, they scattered off to do their assignment. Maria and Luna did the same, searching for the right plant to do their research paper on. Maria inspected the area and caught sight of a large three-foot tall plant. Suddenly reaching out to clasp her hand with the princess, Maria pointed to the plant and asked, "What type of plant is that?" "Its name is Ceratiola; not only can one cook with it but it can also be used for potions that fight away the effects of blindness," explained Princess Luna, amazing Maria with her knowledge. When Maria pointed to the second plant, the princess wasted no time launching into another explanation.

a woman in the front row whispered, her voice carrying through the link. From the newly darkened earth, the "Sombra-Wheat" broke through. It didn't look like the golden wheat of the 20th century. Its stalks were a deep indigo, and its grains were packed with "Bio-Luminescent Nutrients" that provided a complete spectrum of vitamins and Sombra-enzymes. This wheat didn't need pesticides, because its internal chemistry was toxic to locusts. It didn't need irrigation, because it drew its water directly from the Sombra-link’s global hydraulic network.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

The words had hardly left my mouth before my world shifted. I was slammed against the rough bark of a tree, and grimaced as it scratched my back. The pain was replaced by sparks, and the thick scent of Atlas. Pine needles and male musk, rich and earthy as it invaded my senses. Atlas's face was inches from my own, one of his large hands placed over my open mouth. I had never been close enough to see the depth of Atlas's eyes before, but stifled a ragged breath as I lost myself in them. Light shades of blue mixed with white tones, reminding me of clear sheets of ice.