Dear Ava Novels & Stories

he asked, taking a seat. "She traveled. Business trip," I answered, and Ava's voice sounded behind me. "Good morning," she greeted with a warm smile. Definitely not to me, but at Walter. "Good morning, Ava," I greeted. "I actually just wanted to get myself a glass of water. I didn't mean to disturb you," Ava said. Even her voice sounded like music to my ears. If only she knew what I did to her in my dream. "It's fine. You're good, aren't you?" I asked, and she nodded.

“I was editing. Not brooding.” Ava plopped onto the couch, grabbing a handful of candy from the jar Luna kept on the side table. “Sure. And I just dropped by to admire your decor.” She took a bite and gestured at the screen. “And I can see what’s got you staring at the screen so hard.” Ava leaned in again, scrutinizing the images as Luna clicked through them. “Damn,” she muttered. “These are gorgeous. You really have a way of making even the most infuriating people look like gods.”

What's the better way to destroy an enemy than being friends with them? “Yes, I'm his cousin. Tricia..” Ava stretched her hand forward. “It's nice to meet you, Tricia..” Brittany stared at Ava's outstretched hand like it was shit. She finally brought her hand forward and accepted Ava's hand. “You too..” “What would you like to have? I make the best dishes. Just name it..” Ava offered. Brittany walked past Ava and headed to the couch. “I'll have anything..”

Ava replied. “Really?” Bella asked, adding, “I’m going there too.” “Oh, wow,” Ava replied, trying to sound excited. “I’ll be right back; I just need to get my handbag,” Bella replied, distracted by a text she just received as she went up the stairs. “Okay,” Ava replied. Pulling out her phone, Ava opened the email she had gotten six months ago to check the address once again. "Dear Ms. Ava Parish, I hope this message finds you well.

scale pls > Do I need to start writing your ‘dear diary' I did a bad thing’ draft Ava stares at her reflection in the mirror-bright doors. Her cheeks are flushed. Her pupils blow. **Ava:** > 11. > And I think I just renegotiated with the devil in a broom closet.

she stammers. "Knife and Dagger, All types of guns, Rifles, I've used a sword once, ooooh a crossbow, basically anything though. I don't discriminate." "O...O...Okay, that's all I need to know. Welcome to RBMS, Miss Collins." "Oh please, call me Ava, oh and might I recommend a job change; You're not cut out for this," I state before I'm dragged by the hancuffs on my wrists and taken out of the room by the guards.

that is love. He can fight with anything in his life except one thing..his badluck...his badluck of letter A ..because of some series of events happened in his past, he started believe in these things.. So what happen..when he will get love who will become his badluck...that's really gonna be treat to see.. Ava - 23 years old.. The most carefree..bubbly girl ..she Believed in making her own way..even where there is sign board of no entry..

Ava turned to her friend with a smile on her face, “Thanks, Mavis.” “Anytime,” she smiled back. “But seriously; don’t anyone of them know manners.” She glanced around knowing that most of them were hearing her. “You would think that they were raised in a drama house or something.” Ava could not help but laugh at her southern friend. She felt her hand finding Azrael’s and held onto it. Letting him know that she had not forgotten him. He leaned into her side to where she felt his breath on her cheek.

LILA "Mate?" Ava's voice cuts through the room like a damn whip, her brows arched upwards, obviously irritated by being around Nicklaus. She pulls back just far enough to glare up at Nicklaus like he just told her the sky was green. "What the hell do you mean by mate? Is that your new discount pick-up line? Your sad little way of asking for my number?" Okay, when I say Ava is like a sweet honeypie , but at the same time she doesn't fucking take nonsense.

Henry Thompson. [Hello, Mr. Thompson. It's Ava Sterling. How are you doing?] Almost immediately, a reply came. [I’m doing well, Ava! How about you?] Ava felt her lips curve into a small, hopeful smile. She typed quickly: [I’m sorry to message you so late… I just wanted to ask if there’s a possibility I could return to designing. It’s been on hold for far too long, and I… I really want to get back to it.] His reply was almost instant, filled with enthusiasm: