Asha Bellanar Novels & Stories

Annabelle gave a small wave and smiled after her dad introduced her. "Hey, isn't it that nerd girl we saw at school? How come she's a Siromani? I don't get it", Ashley said beside me. I thought, how would you get it when you're only interested in pompous appearances? "That's what we call laying low Ashley", Mason replied her while I gave Annabelle a proud look. For once, I could be proud of someone that wasn't Mason.

His gaze rests on my lips and the vague memory of our kiss at the bar appears in my mind. How can I hate him so much, and at the same time feel so bad to kiss him? A few steps interrupt our conversation, which I don't even know where it was going to end. -Well, well ... Who would say that the bad guy Azael Grimm was involved with the geek Lailah Gozt? -Cara Styles enters through the door of the changing rooms with a denim mini skirt and a long-sleeved top that reveals her navel piercing.- What an illusion the poor thing- she murmurs looking at me. Without a doubt, if Cara were an animal, she would be a viper.- She thinks you're caught by her. -This time look at Azael. Then he lets out a pois

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Aleesha snaps immediately Bella picks before cutting the call. She goes back to her car and soon enough, the electric gates are opening. She drives inside the house and parks. Alighting, Bella runs and jumps on her making Aleesha stumble back. "toh mai hankalin duniya, karya ni {most sensible human on earth, break me.}" Aleesha says sarcastically pushing Bella off of her. "haba Ya Leesh. We're meant to be bonding fah." Bella pouted. "kinga I'm very tired and annoyed. And I'm sure you wouldn't want me to vent all my frustration on you. In kunne yaji jiki ya tsira {to be fore-warned is to be fore-armed}." Aleesha says.

Kelvin released the stranger and the stranger took few steps towards Alisha who was still deep in thought. "Hi" the stranger's voice broke into Alisha's thought and Alisha looked into his only remaining eye which wasn't covered with the hair. It was as beautiful as she had imagined it was going to be "Nice to meet you, Alisha." he continued and stretched out his hand for an handshake which Alisha instantly took. "I'm Shane." "Nice to meet you too" Alisha replied as they shook hands. Shane tilted his head and grinned at Kelvin before speaking "Kay, you didn't tell me that she is this beautiful"

Her cheek bones became more prominent as she lost weight, and the woman, despite being twenty-eight, could barely fit in teenager pants without a belt. “Is this true, Killian?” Amanda, another elder asked, approaching him. His eyes dropped to the ground as he tried to find a way out of this. She looked at Cassandra whose eyes avoided looking at anyone around for a few seconds, fighting the tears that formed in her eyes as her daughter hid behind my legs.

“I’m afraid I haven’t made any progress. So far, there’s nothing new. But I do have news.” He sounds quite disappointed. “What news do you have then?” I ask him. “Crimson moon pack was invaded. They left no survivors. Both children and mothers, all dead.” He says I remove the phone from my ear, hold it to my forehead. “FUCK!” I shout. “They took Alpha Tate and his beta.” Alpha Elias says. “Thank you, Alpha Elias.” I appreciate him for telling me. This is a grievous loss. This can’t go on. Something has to be done, and end this.

I don't want Asher to reveal my true identity, not to him. But Asher remains composed, with an unreadable expression. "Oh, my bad," with an easy smile. "Alpha Alexandra, this is Alethea, my assistant. She'll be taking notes during our meeting today." I sigh in Relief though I keep my expression neutral. "As for introductions," Asher continues, gesturing to each of the Alphas in turn, "this is Alpha Caspian, Alpha Killian, and lastly, Alpha Craig. And, of course, I already introduced Alpha Alexandra earlier."

Rowan halted, chain still humming in his hand, but for the first time he looked… cautious. Dax exhaled once, like he’d been holding his breath since we met. “Good,” he murmured. “Again.” Rowan’s smile returned, slower now. “There she is,” he said. “The ashbound.” The priest behind him hissed. “Alpha, the tracker—” Rowan lifted the chain, and the moon-silver links flashed. The ash wall shuddered like it had been struck. Pain ripped through my wrist again, brutal and bright.

By the time Friday crept in, St. Valen’s had already learned her name. Not properly. Not the way that mattered. But in the way that traveled fastest in places like this: through whispers and warped retelling. The new girl from Manila. The Sombra heiress. The one with the Rottweiler. The one who told Luca Ashford “no” and smiled while she did it. Althea heard versions of herself she didn’t recognize drifting behind her in corridors.