Asya Story Novels & Stories

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

Try to eat and then sleep. A Chinese girl placed the tray on the table and bowed her head respectfully. “Thanks, Ah,” said the supervisor. The girl smiled and left without making a sound. — What did you call the girl?! Diana asked, intrigued. — "Ah". Most servant girls or maids are called "'Ah". It's kind of a title. In Cantonese there is no word for this, the closest term is " Gung-yan " but they find it offensive. "Ah" is a kinder way of referring to them. The supervisor smiled and patted Diana on the arm. - With time you get used to it and you won't find it so strange anymore. I know you'll do well here, I can feel it. Forget Dr. Jonathan. I know him well. This is just a facade.

Aya****" Aya rode the night bus this time, after what had happened to her the other night, she had decided to play it safe, it was hard working two jobs and living undercover as a journalist. Her mind wandered back to that scary night, when she and her best friend Natalie had been on a case, that would have been the case that would have changed their lives but instead It had taken Natalie's life and forced Aya to live in hiding. She knew she was wanted, the head quarters had granted her asylum, they had sent her here to hide in the rush of new york, and work two jobs. The bus pulled up in her bus stop and she quickly hurried down. * It was another endlessly boring night at the dental clinic.

Episode 4&5 Alyssa's pov . I woke 6:45 with alot of excitement . I brush my teeth ,took a warm soothing bath , changed into something official and comfortable. I wore a blue flowered shirt with a black blazer ontop and a pencil trousers with my black heels that wasn't too visible that made me inch taller than I was and lastly I grabbed my black Louis Vuitton fake bag . Applied little makeup on and made my hair in losed bun .

She had to stick with someone soo selfish. Me: I'm not selfish....you annoying.... 😠 Ayesha: guys! Stop it already! Can you 2 please for once talk without arguing? 😣 Me and Armaan: no. He/she started it! Ayesha: (facepalms and sighs) 🤦😩 it's ok. The story is over. Everyone loved it... it's ok if there's no Epilogue. People can understand....so can I. (Sulking) 😓

Ashar blushes, like me. I nod, stepping aside from the door. He opens it and walks out. I follow him after rearranging my hair and dress and wiping off the aftereffects of our make out session from my face. Once I'm out, I see Zoya is sitting on Ashar's lap and telling the whole story of today's episode; how bravely those little girls defeated the monster. I join them on the same sofa. Zoya slides down from Ashar's lap and snuggles close to me, "Mommy, who is your favorite among them?"

She kissed him back with as much desperation. ♡ LILY’S POV ♡ Asher bit my lips and I couldn't help but let a moan slip from my lips. Grabbing my ass he hoisted me up making me wrap my legs around his waist. He pressed his body closer to mine making me feel every inch of his hardened manhood. Letting out a soft gasp at the feeling I broke away from the kiss to look directly in his eyes.

He replied smiling , playing with her hair as she watched through the window. Getting ready for the picnic was not hard for her. She was happy to the core that she wouldn't stop smiling. She watched her self in the mirror as she draped over her abaya . She went over to Hussain who was thanking his Lord for blessing him with her. Abaya's makes her beautiful always . She walked slowly to him and say close to him. "Stop looking at me like that . I don't like it" She whined pouting. "You are my wife, my property so I must look at you" He smirked , pecking her lips. "Let's get going" He announced and picked her bag.

“Ha, it is an admirer… You didn’t go to work today?” “Not feeling well...” more questions were put on hold when Asha sprint out of the house, aiming at Amy but froze at the Mac Donald bag in Sarah’s hand. Her eyes lit up, while Sarah’s face turned solemn “You want to share?” she offered a smile to Asha. Asha looked up to her mother for approval and once she got it, she stormed to Sarah and hugged her legs, making Sarah smile widen “Can I bring her inside?” Asha is a bundle of cuteness and tends to melt any person she meets. Amy hesitated for a while and then nodded

"We know where Kavya is. Pramod is also there. We are going in for rescue. You want Pramod alive?" "Yes!" is all he said.Vishwa cried out loud and hugged Yash. He poured out all the suppressed emotions he had so far on him. Yash consoled him. I love Yash. He is a compassionate man. He comforts everyone around him. He takes care of everyone. "Dei Yadav, Ask him where they are. I will send back up." Ashok said. This time he is not irritated!