Asya Story の小説・ストーリー

Eren Aslan was staring down at me with no hostility in his eyes. I expected him to tell me how I lost and make me drown in hopelessness but he actually opened his old mouth and asked me this… “ Do you really love her that much ?" I didn't answer at first because I was confused. But then, I won't deny my feelings anywhere.“ If I didn't, I wouldn't swallow my pride and be here, would I?" Aslan simply nodded.“ Let me tell you a short story then.” He then sat up straight clearing his throat.

In their perfect world, a trophy wife. “So, tell me all about you.” Asya doesn’t even seem to mind that her mouth is still full with cake. Instead of gross, I find it endearing. She seems more… real that way. Still angelic, but less otherworldly. “And start from the beginning. Spare no detail!”

On the other side, Lysara watched him from her high-backed chair, eyes glinting with cold calculation, hands folded neatly in her lap as if she presided over some grand court of ruin. And me? I stood in the doorway, arms crossed, amusement flickering behind my tired eyes. What fools they were, these two. What utter, pitiful fools. “Farkas,” Lysara’s voice rang out, calm and commanding, slicing through his agitated muttering, “you must stop behaving like a lovesick pup. If you want her back, you must act with purpose.” Her? Of course… Ashina Her words made my lips curl into a sneer. Of course. Always with the schemes, always with the plans. As if Ashina could be manipulated like some tremblin

So this is how it was going to end between Asher and me? My hands clenched in a fist as I diverted my eyes from the strange woman to Asher. Do I mean nothing to him apart from being just his contract wife? I batted my eyes repeatedly trying to put my emotions in check and not let the tears slide down my cheeks. Does Asher not even have a bit of affection for me? “Hello, I'm Rina. Asher's childhood friend and his wife to replace you soon.” The lady said, stretching her hands towards me for a handshake, a triumphant smile laced in her eyes even though we never fought any battle.

The orphaned girl was always full of enthusiasm and never gave up. But Asya knew there were things that had broken her heart. When she was betrayed by her lover and when she lost her baby. However, Asya believed that what Jess needed was only time and acceptance. This, accompanied by a Kenzo who, in her eyes, was very rigid and annoying. Jess immediately nods without hesitation in response to Asya's question. "You seem brighter than two weeks ago, Jess. Even though your grumbling has gotten longer, you keep smiling." "Really?"

I felt really bad for what just happened. "Don't worry about it, it's just a shirt" he tried to reason. "I am Jason by the way" he introduced himself, smiling a little. "I'm Ana" I returned. "Such a beautiful name for a pretty lady" Was he trying to flirt with me? I smile at him, he must be good with the ladies. Such a smooth landing. *** ASHTON I stepped out of the men's bathroom, the white stain on my black shirt didn't go away but it was manageable.

She replied smugly, "I saw this cute little thing running down the street. I had to help." Regardless of her intentions, I knew she was faking. I knew she wanted to help, but only to initiate a conversation. When I handed Kiara back to Arina, I noticed her eyes flash from green to gold, indicating Zakara was present. Jessica glared at Arina as I turned to her. “Thank you for assisting your future QUEEN. We will take our leave now,” I said, pushing Arina forward without allowing Jessica to respond. “My King!” Jessica shouted. “While I intended to assist the Queen in catching her dog, I find it rather unworthy for a queen not to show gratitude to her subjects.”

I don't want you following me either. Maybe in another life we'll be free of titles and live a happy, ordinary life. Keep in mind I love you, but let's move on. With all my love eternally, Ashina As soon as Ashina ran out the door, I crumpled up the letter and threw it. After I marked Ashina, I've been having issues with fire bursting from my fingertips. Not only did we share titles, but I think we also shared her magic, and I don't know how to control it. At mid-flight, the letter burst into flames.

Then, my gaze shifted to Suna, demanding his answer. Suna cracked a smile at me, as if understanding my look. He then motioned towards her with one hand. “This is the princess of the great southern desert kingdom, Princess Aisya Rahasi Ulma.” “I see.” I said, and was about to properly greet her as a royalty, before I suddenly froze. Wait, Aisya Rahasi Ulma? Isn’t she one of Asher’s love interests? What is she doing here?

Asher chuckled, but this time, Asmaira was the one who replied, “Yes, and you can make lots of friends too.” Ayaan stunned Asmaira with his next, innocent question: “Are you my mother?” It took a moment for Asmaira to process the question, and she sat speechless. Asher noticed her immediate discomfort at the word "mother" and waited patiently for her response. After a prolonged silence, she spoke. “If you want me to be your mother, I can.” To her surprise, he immediately gave her a warm hug without another word. Asher was the one to break the ensuing tension, addressing Asmaira to ease her nervousness. “Do you want to go for ice cream after we are done here?”