Ava Silva Novels & Stories

She is our route out of this place. ‘I can, Eira. However, I doubt I can give her complete healing. She looks almost damaged. It will take so much from me to bring her to her full self,’ Elisa whispered. ‘Whatever you can do, Elisa. It will be ok with me. I only want her to be able to speak.’ ‘Fine. Lie her on the floor.’ With Elisa’s order, I carefully lay the lady on the floor. Her back on it. ‘Place your hand on her chest and shut your eyes.’

Ralph said casually, folding his shirt. Silva was thrilled to hear such a compliment about her design. "Oh really? Maybe it's one of the collections you ordered earlier this month. But on a serious note, Mr CEO, I hope none of your female workers know about this side of yours because I might be committing murder soon," Silva said, walking towards him to help him unbuckle his belt.

Ava would have looked everyone in the eye by now. “What’s your name?” he asked. The woman’s brow rose in surprise before she answered, “Sierra.” “I’m sorry for your wasted journey, Sierra. I can’t be your mate.” His father rose to his feet before he had finished speaking and had him by the neck against the wall.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“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?”

I asked, and he looked away from me before rising to his feet. “Your Alpha’s beta is coming, and I can assume that he is coming to talk you.” He said, walking toward one of the trees. The man quietly, and as swift as a cat, jumped on one of the branches before climbing high and leaving. I looked at the house door, watching as it opened only to frown when I saw Giovanni walking out.

said Silva with an annoyed tone . Kiara didn't turn her head towards her and continued to collect the leaves . " Hey you ! " said Silva and decided to walk near her . She saw that Kiara had no intention of looking at her and somehow felt annoyed then decided to go near her . When Silva walked towards Kiara , she didn't realize that the ground was slippy and dirtied her dress . " Oh no ! My dress ! " said Silva with a serious tone . Kiara noticed that she would likely fall cause she wasn't used to walk on mud and got up to help her .

Even centuries before, she was steadfast and hard to tame; this time, she was as if born after doubling that quality. Her father, Alpha Victor, looked a little unsettled. He threw a look at me, perhaps thinking about what's happening before the king. “Val, I think we shouldn't talk this way,” Victor muttered. “Then what do you expect, Papa?” Her tone dripped with annoyance. “The moment I took Silva's name, you guys reacted as if he were a saint and couldn't do anything!” Victor sighed, “Look Silva is a trustworthy guy, he won't…”

Wielding all of the strength in her body, Empress tried to stop Silvan. The loud screaming voice of hers was deafening while her claws started to appear over her fingers. Silva was a Dark Soul, and he had sucked every creature in the world. But for now, he was in the human body and was restraining himself.