Ayesha Novels Novels & Stories

Now, Ashley wanted to ask her so many questions, but she was back to reading her book. Somehow, Ashley felt bad for both Henry and Alex. It was kind of pathetic. Lying on her bed, she grabbed her pillow and squeezed it. Her curiosity was eating her up. She wanted to know exactly what happened. She was tempted to ask Claire or Monica about it, but she cautioned herself. With the corners of her eyes, Annabelle watched Ashley toss restlessly on her bed. She shook her head and shifted her attention back to the book in her hands. Sitting up again, she slipped her feet into her flip flops and strolled out of the room to the balcony.

Elle asked Asha, trying to lighten the mood. “No. I already have enough cases to read,” Asha replied dryly before smiling faintly. “But I would love to hear about whatever you are reading.” “Why not? Lately….Most of them are revenge stories, you know the kind where the husband leaves his wife for his childhood lover, then the wife comes back stronger and the husband spends the rest of the story begging for her to return. It’s honestly so satisfying to watch men crawl,” Elle said with a pleased expression.

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

The runes pulsed like a heartbeat. The shadow paused just beyond the circle. It had no clear form, but hints of a muzzle and claws flickered in and out of existence, as if it couldn’t quite decide what it was. When it opened its mouth, no sound came out — only a ripple of cold that raised gooseflesh on everyone’s skin. Jude whispered, “What the hell…” Lyra’s eyes hardened. “It’s a Hound of Ash,” she said. “He makes them from the wolves who fight him.”

Ashes and Shadows Lucian Vance' s POV ​The third glass of Macallan didn’t burn anymore. It just sat in my stomach like liquid lead, heavy and useless, doing nothing to numb the phantom smell of burning oil that had been trapped in my nostrils for six months. ​Outside the floor tovceiling windows of my penthouse, the New York skyline stretched out in a grid of cold, mocking lights. Vance Global ran this city. Or at least, it used to. Right now, on the dark mahogany desk behind me, three phones were ringing simultaneously on silent, their screens blinking like desperate distress flares.

12) Check out my other mafia themed narration imbued with tech and action on (Webnovel) ~ Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess 13) Further chapter confusion will be addressed in the certain chapter. Who, why, what and how stuff. 14) Apparently there is a query that whether there is a single protagonist or two, or perhaps what exactly is the identity of Aysel Saat. Well, I will leave it to you for exploring. ••• Find the author on Instagram to chat and keep a track of updates. (ayselinaraa) And on Facebook (Aysel Inara) Discord (Aysel Inara #9449)

She slides the green button to answer it. “Hello?” “Hi, is this Ashley?” a female voice asked her. “Yes,” “My name is Emma. I am calling you regarding your book, we are quite interested in your novel. Shall we talk about it now?” she asked. “Ugh…” Ashley looked at Anne. She doesn’t want to talk about this matter before anyone. “One second,” she excused and walked out of the café. “Yes, please tell me,” she said. “Yeah. We read your novel and we are interested to make a deal with you,” she said.

He finally managed to say to the maid. She goes to beta Carl and then gets the key. However, opening the door, the sight she saw made her scream at the top of her voice. Just then, she hears the alpha's loud growl. "What's going on?" ASHLEY'S POV I hear the voices of different people talking at the same time. Am I dreaming or hallucinating? Opening my eyes, I realize there is a young man lying beside me and a small crowd had formed in front of me. My sixth senses tells me something is wrong.

The Flavour is Yours", and I have read it three times. Ayah is my favorite writer, no one, but it should also be made into a movie. Big name, this woman is invited to play the second female lead, Who is this woman? I don’t know each other, but don’t ruin the original book in the end.” "I also like Ayah, it's so awesome, Every novel is written awesomely, and the most important thing is that the results are always unexpected, but I heard that Ricardo Norman is going to support a newcomer now, so, in addition to the male one and the female one, The other roles are all new people." "I really want a signed novel by Ayah." "Wow, who knows when 'The Flavour is Yours' will be released? I must go to

asked Raphael with a roguish smile. “I don't remember you bringing girls”. His next words were forgotten when he stood facing her. “Oh, my word," he gasped," she's beautiful! Jake, Raphael. This is Hermione. He waited for the words to sink in, "and she's my mate.” “What!” screamed Jake, who was the quietest of the three brothers." “You have found your mate? What about us?” He looked at the lady and she was as beautiful as a goddess. He walked over to her and took her hand.