Deborah And Ava Novels & Stories

“and You must be the mother.” “I am.” “And I’m the sister,” Genevieve said, extending a hand. “We don’t tend to fight unless we love you.” Marvella shook it, a small crack appearing in her reserve. “Then let’s see what this kinda of love looks like.” Ava entered from the side passage carrying a tray of herbs. She stopped short when she saw them—two women like a weather systems, already seated in her house. She recovered quickly. “Mrs. du Prée,” she said, setting down the tray. “You’re a surprise.”

Henderson's son is looking at Aviana. God! This girl is driving me crazy! "Umm... This is my wife, Aviana Knight." I introduce her to the three people sitting in front of me. I place my hand on the small of her back as I motion her to take a seat. I sit down beside her before turning to Aviana. "Aviana, this is Mr. Henderson, his wife and their son." I tell her. She nods at me before turning to them. "Hello. I'm sorry for making you all wait." She says with her signature smile that makes everyone instantly develop an instant liking for her.

" Are you talking to strangers again?" " No." Ayla replied, turning towards Ma'am Deborah. " Her name's Ava." " Is that her name?" Ma'am Deborah asked, walking closer. Ayla nodded, her dark curls bouncing. " Yes, she told me." Ma'am Deborah stiffened, pursing her lips. Her gaze travelled to the already empty spot where the car was moments ago. For the past few years, she's been noticing a woman would come by her restaurant, watching her and Ayla, especially Ayla. She's never seem the person before. She had thought she was stalked and had done her best to keep her safe but she still came by anyway. Could she be ayla's mom?

That was the point she moved from Tuscarawas to Losantiville. ### “Olivia, I think you’d spend years chopping that cabbage.” Ava took the chicken lap from a bowl and started rolling it in the bread crumbs. She tried to push back a strand of her hair that seemed to be disturbing her view, with the back of her palm. She had noticed that her friend, Olivia, who had visited wasn’t as bright as she used to be. She looked gloomy and trying to pretend all was well. “Oh, yeah? I’m chopping it after all.” Olivia blurted. Ava was taken aback. She stopped and looked at her. “I’m just not happy Ava.” Olivia dropped the knife.

After dinner, Zeke found Ava sitting with her feet in the pool, looking completely lost. Her guilt had been weighing on him all day, and he knew it wasn’t just about the students she had been forced to kill. She was also thinking of the ones she had to choose as a sacrifice. He pulled the legs of his sweats up and sat next to her. She didn’t even look at him. What had they discussed at that house? He was still a little paranoid because he knew whatever the Council was trying to achieve was no good for them as mates.

Ava's POV Ava settled into her seat on the plane, surrounded by the excited chatter of her friends. They were headed to Texas for a party, a weekend escape from the mundane routines of their lives. But amidst the laughter and anticipation, there lingered a question that Bea had dared to ask: "What's going on with you and Avery, beautiful girl?" Ava felt a pang of hesitation at the mention of Avery's name. It had been a rollercoaster of emotions since the accident, a blur of uncertainty and hope. She glanced out of the window, watching the clouds drift by, searching for the right words to answer Bea's probing question.

Realizing his imminent defeat, he made a swift decision to retreat, disappearing into the depths of the forest. Breathing heavily, Deborah stood tall amidst the aftermath of the clash. Her eyes, filled with a mix of exhaustion and determination, searched for Tiffany, Hailey, and Lilian. Approaching them with a reassuring smile, she extended a hand to help them up. "We may have won this battle, my dear girls," Deborah said, her voice filled with a mix of pride and concern. "But our journey is far from over. Together, we shall forge ahead, uncovering the truths that lie hidden in the shadows, and ensuring a safer future for all."

she said, raising her hands, her fingers creating a frame with Aiden and me on it. “How long have you been standing there?” I asked curiously. “Not long,” Deborah stepped toward me. “But enough to see you two crying about the good news.” She wrinkled her nose, squinting as if weighing if she wanted to tell me something important. “Spill it out, Deb,” I said, lifting a brow. “Well…” She paused, glancing at her husband, then at Aiden. “We have good news and bad news. Which one do you like to hear first?”

Victoria let the silence stretch, knowing Phoebe's curiosity would fill it. Phoebe looked towards where Madam Dubois sat elegantly in her chair, her posture ramrod straight sipping her tea while glancing curiously in Phoebe's direction. "Go on." She said softly, uncertain of what Victoria was playing at. "Ava was at the Apex gala in France last week." Victoria's next words came slowly and it took Phoebe a while to connect what she heard. When she did, she straightened up in the corner, her senses now in full alert, her hands flew to her mouth

The mention of Deborah's name had Olivia, Cindy, and Caleb turning in sync towards Deborah's direction. Olivia's mouth fell open, her perfectly applied lipstick forming a small 'o' of shock. Cindy dropped her phone, the device clattering against the polished floor with a sharp crack. Even Caleb stood frozen with a glass of punch halfway to his lips, his eyes wide with something that looked like wonder. A bright smile spread across Deborah's face as soon as she saw Liam. The expression transformed her already stunning features, adding warmth to the elegance Maya and Alex had created. Her shoulders relaxed slightly, and Liam realized she'd been holding herself rigid with nervousness until that