Dear Ava Novels & Stories

Ava It felt like everything in that moment—the struggles we had faced and the bond that had only grown stronger because of it. We weathered the storm together, and nothing could come between us. "Ava?" A gentle voice pulled me from my thoughts. It was Steph, standing by my bed, her eyes filled with concern and maybe a hint of regret or guilt? She hadn’t been there during the factory incident, but she was still part of the chaos that led to this. Yet, having her here was comforting. "How are you feeling?" The pain was there, dull but ever-present. My body felt like it had been through a tough battle, every muscle aching, reminding me of what I had endured. But it wasn’t just the physical pain

the old man said slowly. "Emperor Deity, thank you for your care." Ava said gratefully with her eyes full of tears. Her tears were enough to make people feel her sincerity.

He is dressed in well-ironed black pants with a blue shirt in which he has rolled the sleeve up to his elbow. She can't believe she is seeing the famous Damon Willy, the CEO of W&J cooperation." Am Ava, the assistant head teacher of this institution. I was thinking I can help with something. " she introduced herself with a smile as her eyes do the checkout. "I mean anything" she added. Mrs. Ava is a middle age woman, she looked like a woman in her middle twenties just like her mom. Jessica frown. Where the hell is her mom? How on earth did she allow her dad to get out here without her worrying? Her dad is handsome and she can't blame Mrs. Ava for being a flirt. She is just using the opportun

Her words are coming out more and more hostile, and my mood becomes brighter and brighter at that. “Ohh, I will,” I follow her hasty steps leisurely, “Daddy wants me to stay close, so he will be happy; Mommy wants us to make up and be a pair of loving sisters, so she will be happy. I don’t see why I wouldn’t be?” A cold snort escapes Ava. In front of a camera? Her acting skill is sliding. “I don’t think you can be loving to me,” Ava puts on a sad face, giving her side to the camera as if not intentionally, “I have been nothing but nice to you, and we both know that means nothing to you--”

When she saw the words, her eyes widened, and a soft gasp escaped her. “Damn. You two really know how to turn a simple meal into a damn love story.” Ava’s chest tightened as she tried to smile, but it was a bittersweet expression. She didn’t know how to explain the emotions inside her. Part of her was still angry with Deirdre, still bitter about how that conversation had gone down last night, but Alexander’s note softened that rage, just enough to make her think about what was really important. “I don’t know if I should go see him,” Ava said quietly, her fingers still tracing the edges of the card. “I was so angry at his mom last night...”

Comfortably so. Ava let herself fall onto the edge of the bed before reaching for her phone. The first person who came to mind was, of course, Sophia. She immediately called her. The call was answered before the second ring even had a chance to sound. “FINALLY!” Ava immediately laughed softly. “You’re going to make me deaf.” “I’m serious!” Sophia exclaimed. Her voice was overflowing with excitement. “I’ve been debating whether I should call you or not.” “How are you? Is Mr. Maverick treating you well?”

I replied politely, but he wasn’t having it. Camille pushed past us. “So pathetic, Aliya. You thought you could get in here uninvited? And cut us some slack with that crap story of being the CEO. There’s no way you could ever measure up to the mysterious Miss AVA.” “And you’re so dumb, dear ex-best friend. AVA stands for Aliya Van Alen,” I smirked. Philip scoffed. “You want to be someone important so badly that you have the guts to pretend to be a CEO?”

“ I would enjoy the moments while it lasts, dear Aviva.” Ava was certainly going to enjoy the moments but she knew they were going to last longer than Avery thought.

Pauline said laughing. "What happened to Vador?" Vandora asked. "Who's known hell now?" Taly replied. "Yes!, laugh over your own dead jokes.I'm still clean cause I'm a virgin,"snatching the coffeee from taly she walked out of the kitchen. Ava wanted to visit her parent's grave to pour out the feelings she has been holding in,she had been on good terms with the lord on her arrival into the royal house and had messed it up in a week.She thought he was a good man,he had grabbed her neck out of anger,she decided to let go of the feelings she had for him even though she still saw him in her dreams.

My face lightens up. The voice, Greta, I assume, speaks up again, "Good evening, D, Good evening, to you, young lady, how should I address you?" Awestruck, I look at D, and then point myself while raising my shoulder to express my confusion. He nods, so as weird as I feel, I answer, "Err, call me Ava. Nice to meet you, Greta?" My intonation suddenly rises up, not knowing whether I engage in a rightful conversation or not. Then, seconds later, Greta answers,