Asya Story Novels & Stories

She paused slightly before getting in, she lifts her head to look at me one last time before entering the car. Ladies. The drive back to the hotel was quieter. Not uncomfortable. Just tired. Asia leaned her head back against the seat, staring out at the city while rain slid down the windows. “You’re falling asleep.” “I’m resting my eyes.” “That sounds fake.” “So does your personality.” She said I half smiled. When we got back to the suite, Asia kicked off her heels immediately. “That,” she announced, “was cruel and unusual punishment.” “You handled it well.” The words slipped out before I could reconsider them.

When I turn around, one of the servants has a big smile on her face and is putting the pictures back. Oh, no! Did she see us? Did she hear us? Did she hear what I said to him? My cheeks turn red, and I run for the kitchen. Melanie, Mya and Faith are making soup and sandwiches. I steal a sandwich while they’re busy talking and eat it quickly. “Ayesha, why are you glowing? What have you been up to? Did you and Thanatos finally do the deed?” Mya asks with a big smirk on her face. “No, we’re not married.”

"Tell me he’s lying, Mother." Camilla’s face was pale, her hands trembling as she stood there, her eyes wide with distress. "Asher... I can explain." Asher’s heart cracked at the sight of her desperation, but his anger surged forward, overwhelming any sympathy he might have felt. "Did you order that attack?" His voice was louder now, shaking with rage. "Did you try to kill Olivia?"

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

"Ugh!" Although slightly annoyed that Jess doesn't believe what she's saying, the spread in front of her is indeed tempting. When is Fathia not tempted by Asya's homemade baked spaghetti? Jess is really lucky because Asya agreed to accompany her all the way to Bandung. Asya said working with Jess is like playing.

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?