Ava Silva Novels & Stories

"Step away from my mate and daughter, Aurora. Now." Silvano emerged from the tree line like an avenging god, his powerful frame radiating lethal intent despite the obvious pain etched into every line of his body. Even cursed and weakened, he moved with the fluid grace of an apex predator, his eyes blazing gold with alpha fire. The very air seemed to thicken around us as he approached, and I felt Isabella's small body relax against mine for the first time since I'd found them.

The casket was neatly placed in the crate. “MY SISTER IS AWAKE! SHE IS JUST ASLEEP!” Viktor yelled at the top of his lungs. He tried pulling away from Esteban’s arms, not wanting to let him go. He hugged him tightly, stopping the squirming man who seemed to be raging. Both men were broken at what happened to the Aslanov woman, the way she had died was one that they never wanted.

she asked. “Maybe your Alpha hit his head and decided that it would be right to punish me?” I asked, giving her a sarcastic smile. “Serena,” she said, and the tone in her voice made it clear she was not amused. “Whatever freedom he has allowed you does not mean you can speak about him however you please. If anything, this is a blessing. Other girls would kill to be in your place.” “Then please, by all means have them kill me and get this over with.” I said, rolling my eyes. Helena pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly not liking where the conversation was going.

Silva replied as she relaxed. Rina looked around. "My former job had me coming to the human world a lot, but I never still got used to it." "Well once upon a time, i ran away to stay here" Silva revealed. Rina looked at her curiously. "why?" "It's a long story but at that time I wanted to escape from everything." "So what made you come back?" Silva laughed, "my mother threatened to ovedose on wolfsbane and no matter what I can't do that to her"

"Alright. Let's go back together. Courtroom or battlefield, I'm with you." That night, the wind and snow still raged through Sanctvale, but something had changed for good. Silvia was no longer the Donna of the Valenti family. She was no longer Code 001. She was herself and the woman Augusto loved.

And nothing would change that. “I said…” He spoke again, his teeth gritted even harder as he pressed his hold on both my arms until I cried out from the searing pain. His dark eyes appeared emotionless and angry. As if staring at me, or my refusal to say what he wanted, only set him on a furious path. “Your name is Summer Silva, wife of Thiago Silva, the home secretary, or if you want to call me something else, I don’t care whatever the fuck you want to call it. But as far as we’re here, you are Summer….understood?”

I slapped his hand off me and pushed his chest as hard as I could, "And I'm not going to tolerate you treating me like shit anymore." He raised an eyebrow but I'm wasn't going to back down. "You're challenging me, Blanca?" he asked. "Again? Do you not remember what happened last time you tried this?" Alessio was murdered. That's what happened. "You plan to murder my people anyway," I hissed. "That's why we are here. What difference does it make?" He let out a short frustrated breath, "You're getting brave, huh?" I didn't break the eye contact.

I carefully lowered my hand and took a step back from Maevis till I felt the door close behind me. Maevis smirked as she carefully took her hand from her face and parted her hair that covered her face. "Sierra, is this the man you chose? A man who raises his hand to women?" She remarked sarcastically. Her audacity to manipulate Sierra's mind left my lips agape.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

He wore a plain suit and carried an old leather briefcase. “Mr. Favino,” he said, holding out his hand. “Thank you for meeting me.” Alejandro shook it. “You said this was urgent and personal?” “It is,” Silva said. “It’s about your brother… Miguel Favino.” Alejandro went still. “My brother has been dead for three years.” “I know,” Silva replied. “And I’ve spent the last six months investigating his death.” Alejandro frowned. Silva sat down and opened his briefcase. “You hired me,” he said. “Through a third party. You wanted to know if Miguel’s death was really an accident.”