Dear Ava Mga Nobela at Kwento

Meanwhile, she reaches me and passes me a light smile. "Hi, Adavan", the girl beside her snaps. "I'm a big fan of you" She looks pretty excited about meeting me but the excitement is not visible on my Iva's face. "She's my friend, Avera", Iva says. "I call her Ava" What the fuck is 'Ava' now? How can a random girl have almost the same name as my Iva? "Avera is the much prettier name", I tell them as Avera's face lightens up.

Erica::"Not all question deserves an answer.Sometimes it's good to leave things in the hands of almighty." Ava:: “ HeyLeon:!” Leon:: “ Hi Ava:.” Ava:: “ So what are you doing.And missing me won’t pass as a work.” Leon:: “ You are in a good mood.” Ava:: “ Is that a bad thing? Do you prefer me to be sad.” Leon:: “ Oh I am sorry that's not what I meant.” Ava:: “ I know... I am just messing with you.” Leon:: “ What’s up with you? ”

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

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,

“Shut up.” “What?” I frowned. “There is no way,” Ava said, staring at me. “Do you even know who Odell Johnson is?” My heart skipped. “He’s… my childhood friend,” I said. Ava’s smile vanished. “No,” she whispered. “You’re lying.”