Elena Anaya Young Novels & Stories

Anaya said as she sat up on the bed. “How long have you been there for?” Zendaya was the first to speak. She had been wondering where the other Gerano was. How didn’t she notice that there was someone underneath the duvet? “Before you both came in,” Anaya answered as she got out of the bed. “You look nice,” she complimented her friend, and Zendaya gave her the middle finger as she knew the Gerano was mocking her. “If you want to humiliate Jayden, you already have an opportunity,” Anaya started and Zendaya paid attention to her as out of the three of them, Anaya was the devious one.

I lock my apartment and climb down the stairs but I get petrified when I hear him scream, "AAYFUUC TING HEYATE PREEDAA." I freak out. What is happening to him? He is starting to scare me, I don't want him to hurt himself or turn into a maniac. Gay or not, I still like him as once my friend Ana had told me, ‘If they don’t get drunk and call you, you are not the one.’ Now, does it mean that I am the one? I wave for the taxi while I hear Ryan rubbishing through the phone, "Aaaahhhh! Lizon kat-ful-lily aaye affa ran dummy son," I get inside the taxi.

"Boston treated you well. Your mother says you're considering staying up there permanently?" The table went quiet. Catherine's fork paused mid-air. Her mother's smile turned brittle. "I've been offered a position," Ayana said carefully. "At a nonprofit. Working with at-risk youth." "That's wonderful work," Nelson said, his voice neutral. But his knuckles were white around his fork. "Important. Those kids need advocates." "Thank you." She met his gaze, refusing to look away first. "I think it's where I could make a real difference."

“Oh, these are Santiago and Anya.” “Tiago, Anya—this is the girl I was telling you about.” Rona introduced me to the pair. I looked at the young couple in front of me, and crazily enough, the male grabbed my attention just a tiny bit more. He looked around my age and had a soft smile on his face. His handsomeness blinded me, but I quickly got to my senses and turned to look at the woman who appeared to be his girlfriend. “You must be Elena!” The girl named Anya spoke. She walked forward and grabbed my hands before she stared into my eyes. “We need you!” She pleaded.

"I heard that you were trying to find me." The family gasped with surprise. Ana Castillo was the one. She was older than they had thought, with grey streaks in her hair and years of hardship etched on her face. Her eyes were lively and piercing, though, and her presence was imposing. "What brought you here?" Ana's eyes were sharp as she questioned. Elena took a step forward and spoke steadily. "We come to give you thanks. to pay tribute to what you did for us and countless others. Ana's face softened with each word as she listened to them describe their journey. She gave a hesitant nod when they were done.

Leaves fell in golden spirals, carpeting the paths where small feet had once run and where teenagers now walked with longer strides and heavier thoughts. Anya stood at the wide kitchen window, watching Elena move through the garden with a quiet grace she had only recently grown into. At seventeen, her eldest daughter carried herself with a blend of Anya’s determination and the collective strength of her three fathers. The acceptance letter from a prestigious program in narrative ethics and social justice lay open on the kitchen table behind Anya, a tangible threshold.

She yelled, then suddenly dropped to the ground with enormous force, cracking it and causing a shock wave that pushed everything around her away, except Anaya. Anaya stood her ground, observing Elizabeth as she moved around, slaughtering Derren's warrior wolves one by one. “Elizabeth, what's wrong?” A memory flashed in Anaya's head as she watched Elizabeth. “It’s just that I want to make a difference in the world. I want to do something that will change people's lives forever. But I can't do that if I'm afraid of any little cut or injury I see. I'm going to be a scientist for crying out loud." A 13-year-old Elizabeth replied, her face buried between her knees as she sat on her bed.

*FEW DAYS LATER* Elena got up and took a glass of water. She was feeling weak, sleepy and hungry. She couldn't leave the room because Ana had locked her In. She took out her phone and put a call across to Ana telling her she was hungry. Hearing that Elena was hungry, Ana called one of the workers of the restaurant, Melissa and gave her the responsibility of watching the restaurant in her absence. Ana packed some sandwiches in a foil before boarding a cab to go home.

She is the right size for it and it is the right size for her. And then, because it was honest and because Elena had written honestly and because both of those things mattered: The work you are doing is hard. The protocols are designed to be exactly as difficult as they are because the difficulty is the work. Keep going. I folded the letter. Put it in the outgoing pile. Then I went to find Anya. She was in the records room, which was where she went on the mornings when the weather was not cooperating with her garden examinations and she needed somewhere to be that was not the corridors.

Giada's heart still fluttering from Kye's unexpected gesture. ~~~ Alyona was in high spirits, her smile reflecting the joy she felt at the news of Elon and Ida's new baby girl. She quickly made a note to visit them at the hospital later that day, eager to meet the newest addition to their family. She was thrilled by the success of her new product launch, which had made waves in the market and was selling at an impressive pace. Her hard work and dedication were paying off, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.