Novel & Cerita Arya Gendry Fanfiction

Rachel had studied acting, and because a few low-budget web dramas she had filmed had recently started airing one after another, she had gained quite a few fans and a good reputation with casual viewers. All her arrogance was gone in front of the camera. She wore a plain white shirt, no makeup, her eyes red, looking so miserable that anyone would feel sorry for her. She then took the words I had used to fight back the day before, cut them out of context, and stitched them together as proof that I had lashed out because I was guilty, as she sobbed.

“Yeah, I know. You’re right. It just feels so wrong right now. Amelia and Kennedy will be in their thirties by the time Ryder even feels the matebond. Some people like an age gap, sure—but come on, Arya.” I cup his face in my hands, ignoring the constant pinging of texts from Joan, Roman, Ryder, Amelia, and Kennedy. My mate is about to pop a vein over this, and he needs me more than my phone does. “Hey. What’s really going on here? Why is this getting to you so much?”

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, sniffing around Lorenzo, but you have no breeding, no grace—” “Breeding? Oh, honey, we are bred for the wild. Grace is overrated,” a new voice chimed in. Arya just walked in, looking like a glorious, slightly intimidating goddess in a silk robe and a full face of makeup, clearly on her way to—or from—somewhere important. She paused, surveying the scene, instantly assessing the state of war.

“Beta Gregor was on watch. Moros had 300 Claws. They came at dawn while the warriors were still out looking for you. Gregor… he surrendered to save the elders.” “Surrendered,” Kieran repeated. Flat. Dead. “He gave them the _children_.” “To stop a slaughter, Alpha. Moros said he’d burn the territory. Pups or ash.” I was already moving. Wrapping Rylan tight against my chest with Kieran’s jacket. My hands weren’t shaking. That scared me more than anything. “Where,” I said. Darius looked at me. “Aria, you can’t—” “WHERE.”

the lady quickly tipped in. "I don't know my name," Arya said anxiously, trying to calm down. "I'm Gayle. I'm a hybrid just like you. Say your name. Think and remember," Gayle said. Arya shut her eyes tight and tried to remember herself, but came up blank. Her wolf was growing violent now, and sizing Gayle up dangerously. Gayle closed the gap between them and bit her on the shoulder. Arya let out a scream, and her eyes grew from glow to red.

I think she is angry with me and doesn't want to meet me. I still want to wait for her. ................ Aarya's P.O.V. He comes here after six months in the middle of the night. After breaking our relationship and breaking my heart. What's he wants to say now? I'm angry with him. I switched off the lights of my room and thought he would go when I switched off the lights. I go to my bed and after half an hour I see that he is still here. I think he will go after one hour but he is still here. And sometimes look at the window and sometimes look at the ground.

I'm Arlo, the third-generation Fay prince, and I've got everything handed to me on a silver platter. Or so it seems. From the outside, the Fay world looks like a dream – lush forests, sparkling waterfalls, and creatures that shimmer with magic. But, let's be real, it's all a bit much sometimes.

Not because I am broken hearted but hugging my brothers like this feels nostalgic it’s as if I am back to being a little kid who used to run to them when someone made me cry. “If that is what you want then okay, we won’t do anything. But once he lay a finger on you or even attempt to win you back, I’m telling you Arya, not even your cries will stop me from killing him, Kuya GD said. I know it’s not possible for Maven to do that but still, I nodded.

Robert stared at me for a couple of seconds before standing up and quickly followed my grandfather’s steps. I was left alone with my mother and Zygo. “Oh, hello, Miss Carpenter--” “It’s Alejandro.” my mother cut Zygo’s words and immediately raised her left hand just like she did to Robert, “and I’m married.” she boldly added that making Zygo chuckle. “I’m sorry. I’m Zygo Fiernan, Gandhara’s boyf--” “She knows, Zygo,” I said in a low voice that refrained him from finishing his words.

Arya said. " I'm Gwenevere but you can call me Gwen, " Gwen replied. "Aww, such a sweet name for a beautiful angel," Arya said. " I'm a girl so don't flirt with me, " Gwen said jokingly and they started laughing. " My bro gave me his card to spend as much as I want because I'm going back to school tomorrow. I have a project to submit " Arya said. " You don't go to school here? "