Ava Adalah Novels & Stories

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

And. "And that baby is AVA"

Aisha POV: ‘He hung up the call’ I spoke in my mind, I kept staring at my phone screen in haze mind when a Porsche came and stopped in front of me “babe get in….” Michael said peeking through passenger side window, I hoped in his car and we drive off “Is everything fine?” Michael spoke with concern look “AAhmm… Not sure, I called my Mom but she didn’t respond so I called papa and…” I spoke “And what?” Michael questioned staring at road ahead “And someone named RAVAN responded through his phone” I replied “RAVAN? What kind of name is that?” Michael questioned with amused smile “well, I am not 100% sure but it is an Indian Mythological character from Ramayan ?” I replied “Okeis……….. well that

Ava didn’t look back. She walked down the driveway with her bag over her shoulder and suitcase in hand, her movements controlled. Her hands shook slightly, but she didn’t stop walking. She refused to let that house see her hesitate. She reached her car, opened the door, and sat behind the wheel for a moment longer than necessary. Only then did she let out a breath. Her phone buzzed in her hand. A message from Landon’s lawyer. Formal and Final. She turned the phone off. The engine started smoothly. The road stretched ahead of her, quiet and dark, streetlights spaced far apart. The city felt distant, like it belonged to someone else’s life. Ava drove without thinking much about where she was g

1| Avara's Disappearance I stared blatantly at my supposed little brother who was playing with his toys across the room. My hands caressed the sides of my hair, as I began to think about dinner. Where that was going to come from, I didn’t know. “Avara!” He called, causing me to change my sour mood to a more chirpy one. He stood up and ran to me, giggling all the way and I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, Corey?” I answered, holding his hands in mine. He frowned as he burped a little, then the cute smile came on again.

_____ A woman with light brown hair and burgundy sleek gown walks through my office door with a smile that almost touched her eyes. "Good day Ava, my name is Allison Knight but please call me miss A. You must've met madam P, she directed me here, I'm assuming you are?" She asked prolonging her sentence before I could finally process what she'd asked me, I pleasantly smile as I ruffle through my files, searching for an already written note of an introduction of myself. "I'm Ava Williams, the CEO of The Tropical Diner, please have a seat," I watch miss A read the script a little audibly and when she was dove she smiles pleasantly as she settled down.

she asked, his tone tactfully light but tinged with genuine curiosity. Ava stared at her plate, considering whether to erect her usual walls. She finally looked up and exhaled, a slightly pained expression clouding her features. "It's a long story. But, in short, I was left in this country when I was thirteen. I was told I was born in the United States, but honestly, I've never seen any real proof of that." Carver felt a pain in his chest, his heart registering the sadness he heard in Ava's voice. "Here? Left alone? At thirteen?"

Caleb’s warriors hesitated to walk in, their gazes drifting to Ava and then her battleground. “Now, please,” Caleb prompted. “And then bring people in to clean this up before humans come past.” Ava’s cheeks coloured, their bond flaring with her mortification. “They don’t have to,” she said quickly. “I did this. I’ll... I’ll clean up after myself.” But she had nothing to be ashamed of. Standing tall and naked over the bloody chaos, she looked like a goddess. Like a fierce warrior, straight out of battle. Dirt smeared all over her face and bare body from their run, now it mixed with the blood of her enemies.