Ava Silva Novels & Stories

“So you are still talking to him.” Silva ran a frustrated hand through her hair. “Yes,” she admitted quietly. “But it’s not what you think.” “Oh, really?” I scoffed. “Because it seems a lot like what I'm thinking when you two were telling him to hold on till after the final match to get rid of Elias.” She swallowed hard and stepped back. “He just… checks on me sometimes,” she rushed to explain. “And I might have told him a few things about what’s been happening here.”

The veins in his hand darkened, spreading up his arm like creeping vines, his lips parted in agony. Elizabeth’s eyes widened in horror as she instantly turned to Tressa and pleaded her “Stop it! Please…Stop…” Liam moved too, but Silva shifted, pressing his blade against Liam’s already wounded side, halting him in his tracks “I wouldn’t,” Silva murmured as he pointed in Elena and Alisha’s direction where his other knights pointed their blades at them. “I don’t think you want her to get hurt… do you?” Silva said, his voice was calm but the amusement in his eyes betrayed him. He was enjoying this.

D'silva immediately knelt with his lower head and cried out," Sorry… I failed. Please, forgive me. Sorry…" Tia got up from the chair and yelled," VICKY D'silva! WHAT YOU DID THIS TIME?" D'silva, without raising his head, answered, " Vihaan has been missing for the last one month. And yesterday night he returned with a girl named Arfa and…"

Aquilus made a sound of amazement, “Behold, the renowned Virsathen!” He pointed a high, magnificent floating isle where water sprang. They all looked up to it, slack-jawed and unable to speak. It was an amazing sight to look at. It almost reached the sky and the falling water appeared like angel’s wings. With the sight of the Virsathen, Ellaine remembered her dream. She once wanted to see it to know if it really was the same tree she dreamt about. Now she would finally find out. But if she did find it out, what would she do next?

"Hey, Bax." "Hey, Nik. He's on edge. Let's get this show rolling." Nik heaved a sigh. "Because we've definitely been waiting on me to get my shit together." She snorted. "Antonia Maria de Silva. Born September 30, 1983 to Anthony and Marie de Silva of Firenze, Italy. Came over on work visas back in the day. Applied for and received naturalized citizenship. Set up shop in NYC. Papa de Silva ran a street gang. Sex workers, protection racket, insurance, gambling, drugs. Anything that made a buck, de Silva had his hand in."

“By the way, this is my wife, Yllesha and our son, Zef.” She followed them with a gaze. Yllesha wasn’t just a beauty, she’s gorgeous. And way younger than Tyrone. And the young man that he introduced as his son was almost the same age as Henrick. A teenager too. Maybe because she didn’t want to accept the fact that Tyrone has his own family but Silvia couldn’t see any resemblance of Tyrone to Zef. She extended her hand towards Yllesha. “Hi, Silvia Evans.” She introduced herself. Highlighting the surname that she got from her husband. “It’s nice to meet you.” They shook hands.

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."

the alpha stated and James felt a flare of irritation at that comment. “Boys, I’d like you to meet the vampire king, Silvano Raul Alvarez De Castilla,” Andrew stated, showing the pale man sitting down in one chair. His reddish brown eyes slide over all three of them and a faint smile appeared on his pale face. He dressed elegantly with long, dark hair and Hispanic features.

They were all screaming Elspeth's name. Silently I stood up from where she attacked me. She has no knowledge that I blocked her attack. I sighed and removed the waterfall braids onto my hair before I break their fun. "Silence!" I screamed loud, and with one word, what I wanted was then granted. Pure silence covered the place as I ascend, glowing because of my aura. I held my head high and turned my gaze to the demons around me. With a glare, one by one they went down onto their knees. "I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground."

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.