Asya Story Novels & Stories

"Salam. Bakhsish (thank you) dear. It's not very heavy.'' She replied in a kind voice. I gaped at her entranced. However, hearing what she said made me a feel bit down. I mean yeah she must have done this her entire life, what would she need my help for. ''Oh. Okay. Yeah...Sorry for disturbing you.'' I returned awkwardly. I couldn't hide my disappointment despite trying. Meanwhile, she smiled softly watching me with her warm blue eyes. I turned to leave with a nod, when I heard her call out. "Though, I would like it if you could help me with this one." I watched her extending the basket in her hand to me, in shock. Taking turns, looking between her and the basket, I broke into a wide smile

She hears her mother talk to Aaron again. Ayesha with misty eyes, “Today, I've dressed her, and she looks like a princess. I mean she always dresses, but today she wasn't feeling good, so I told her that I will dress her today. You know what she didn't even want to go to the Prom with you, but I convinced her that she should go. That's why she agreed to go.” Sara got mad and walked faster now because she didn't want her mother to tell Aaron how she felt when she came home.

Ash nodded at the name as he held out his hand for a handshake. "I'm Ash." He grinned. Amaya took his hand slowly and shook it gently before quickly letting go and looking back down to her lap. Ash looked at the woman, his smile faltering until it fell completely and he groaned under his breath, looking down at the mattress before speaking up again. "What do you wanna do?" He asked. The woman in question raised her head and quirked an eyebrow up in amusement. She brought her eyebrows back into a frown quickly, hoping the man next to her didn't notice her slip-up. "I have a few movies we could watch. Come on!" Ash suddenly exclaimed as he jumped off the foot of the bed and held his hand out f

He wasn’t questioning her however, and if she wanted a notebook she was getting one. “I want to write our love story.” She blushed. Well this just melted Asrar as a huge smile plastered his face. “If I cant be with you I know this will keep me busy during the day.” “Between naps and eating.” Asrar chuckled. She nodded with her own smile. They sat down and ate together once more. The windows slightly open to show the sun was starting to rise and a set of eyes watching them eat. He went unnoticed however and kept it that way as he took off quickly.

The day continued as usual and when Aasha came across Yamini Asha avoided eye contact with her finding it difficult to put out her decision when she was being nice to her. The day came when he asked her to get ready for a party. Once she visited him in his office room and requested him if she can't come to the party but he straightforwardly denied it. When she tried to interrogate the reason he gave her a mean answer about how she wasn't in the position to ask but only act as he said. She tried her best but when he became violent she backed away and just accepted her fate.

I quipped, my tone dripping with sarcasm. His eyes locked with mine, and if looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. Clearly, my remark didn't sit well with him. Perhaps he wasn't accustomed to being on the receiving end of rejection, but seeing him squirm brought me an unexpected sense of satisfaction. Before Thrystan could respond to my question, Ahvi interjected, her tone playful. "He's going with Sora, as always. It's always Sora," she remarked with a knowing smile, causing my gaze to shift back to Thrystan, who suddenly seemed fascinated by the pattern on his cup. Sora's attempt to hide her blush was futile, evident by the telltale flush creeping up her cheeks.

Kira muttered over the comms even as a high-angled shot took out one of the men aiming at Bones. Ysa was up high in the sky, hovering over the melee and well out of view until she dropped down onto a warehouse rooftop and flung her power at one of the semi-trucks. She didn’t have the precision Bones' telekinesis afforded him, but what she lacked in finesse, she made up in sheer determination.

I just wanted to barge to her side, grab her, hug her tightly, and bury myself in her alluring scent. But now was not the time. She looked as beautiful and ravishing as always, but this time, her note of innocence was gone. It was like I was looking at a mature, cold-hearted version of herself now. Aysel was always this vibrant, joyful, and funny girl who always had a smile on her face no matter the situation, but now it seems like I have killed that girl because all I could witness in her expression was a frown and a look of hatred, directed towards me, of course.

Liya mused. "Definitely," Whizz agreed, her smile widening. With a final glance in the mirror, they left the room, their steps more confident now that they were back in familiar territory. As they walked down the hallway, Liya turned to Whizz. "You know what's the most important thing though?" Liya asked. Whizz raised an eyebrow. "What?" "We're going to have an epic story to tell Samuel and Jota," Liya replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

It wasn't his nature to be this impulsive, but maybe, just like everyone says, there's always a first time for everything. He looked at Allysa with a meaningful stare, and Allysa didn't shy away from his gaze. Instead, she smirked at him. "Then shall we go, Mrs. Valentinus?" Randall said as he offered his hand towards her. Allysa gladly accepted the invitation with a smile on her face. They got up together and walked away as if no proposal had happened on that very sushi restaurant. When they come out from the restaurant Allysa asked when she saw they were walking on a different direction from her expected route, “where are going anyway?”