Arya X Gendry Novels & Stories

And with that, Asher turned and disappeared into the trees, leaving Alexander to nurse his wounded pride. Again. As he watched him go, Asher knew what was about to follow. It was either he killed him, or he let him leave and Alex follows his mate. His face turned into a cold scowl. He has to do something about that. ************************************* Lana had dropped Aria off and insisted on taking her inside. After minutes of back and forth, Aria agreed and allowed her to go in. Immediately, she used her key to open the door. Her room was at the first floor, and third door down the hallway to the right.

I made arrangements to meet Marcus at a cafe. However, his face tightened the moment he saw Ashford beside me. "He... Who is he?" Before I could answer, Ashford stepped forward and slipped an arm around my shoulders. "Mr. Gibson, I assume? I'm Ashford White, Zoey's fiancé. I came with her today so we can clear up everything." Marcus's eyes lingered on Ashford's hand for a moment before he looked away. "Zoey, I didn't know things would turn out like this."

Daxiel replied. Arya wandered toward the barbecue grill. Curiosity got the better of her. She reached out and touched the metal. "Ouch!" She immediately jerked her hand back. Daxiel appeared beside her almost instantly. "What happened?" Arya held up her finger. "My hand burned." Her eyes became watery, looking as though she might cry at any moment. Daxiel frowned. Seeing her like that left him oddly unsettled. "Blow on it," his wolf suggested.

“I thought you’re gonna bail on us for this chick you said has been driving you nuts.” Under the light above us, I could see Miles’ cheekbones reddened a little. “I was working.” “Right,” drawled the girl with a knowing smile. She caught the sight of me as I stood behind Miles, and pointed her jaw towards me. “Who’s this?” Miles moved away, giving me some space to step forward. “This is Xyrra.” Then he turned to me and introduced his friends. “This is Rusty and Ashley.”

Looks like Alexander’s not here. I trail a finger down Arya’s arm, watching goosebumps rise. She bends forward and flicks her tongue over Xander’s nipple. That looks like a damn good idea. I think I’ll join her. Xander groans, arching his back and gripping my ass with one large hand. I chuckle, looking up at him and seeing that his eyes have bled completely chocolate-brown with desire. I kiss up his chest until I reach his mouth. Arya follows, and the three of us share a deep, tangled kiss—moaning, tasting, devouring each other’s mouths.

“You’re her plus one?” “She’s mine,” Arya corrected, linking her arm in mine. The pause that followed was so loud it might as well have been a drumroll. Vander hadn’t said a word, but I could feel him watching. “Well,” Xavier said, stepping back. “Guess I’ll see you inside.” “Hopefully not,” Arya muttered once his back was turned. “Don't tell me, you used to date him?” “Unfortunately,” she said. “He was an asshole then too.”

Arya said only to be interrupted by Amaris. "You saw lightning? That's strange, I was definitely sucked into a whirlpool. I can still feel the excruciating pain like I was torn limb by limb." Amaris said, but as he tilted his head in confusion, it seemed more like he was talking to himself. "So Miss err…" he trailed off. "Arya. Arya Jenkins." Arya muttered, finally providing her name as she folded her arms and rested more comfortably on the wall. She didn't realize that she wasn't as scared of him as he was.

My final act of loyalty wasn’t for Xavier, nor for Valerie, not even for myself. It was for the girl I once braided hair for. The girl who clung to me in storms. The sister I failed before our childhood ended. I typed the message. Not to Lisa. Not anymore. To him. Because he was the only one strong enough… to stop her. To stop Lorenzo. To stop the war closing in. XAVIER. She’s coming. Don’t let her reach the Luna. Don’t trust what she looks like. And don’t hesitate. Because she will not stop. Not until everything goes her way...

ARA is not going to lie to herself. It's her fantasy to meet a brute man and make him humane. After meeting Vanluke, she doesn't know if she does want to anymore. It's scary being in the real situation. She'd never know when he'll treat her badly. She could end up losing her life. It's really lucky that she's still alive.

"Older than the kingdoms. Older than the wolves. Older than the witches." Ryan’s expression did not change, but something in his posture shifted. "And it recognized you," he said. Aria nodded slowly. "Not me exactly. What is inside me." The words settled heavily in the room. Ryan straightened. "The phoenix." Aria did not confirm it, but she did not deny it either. Caleb let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "Great. So not only are we dealing with mages, hunters, and whatever political mess is waiting for us out there, now the mountain itself is interested."