Novel & Cerita Ezran X Aanya

Hard. By the time Aanya and Ann reached the foot of the stairs, they were immediately swarmed by a group of people—some I recognized from her friend’s wedding. Aanya lit up as she chatted with them, laughing and smiling like she truly belonged. That look on her face? Pure happiness. Never seen someone smile like she does.

Her soul. Whereas Aayana is a 25 years old ambitious and talented girl with a sweet and caring nature. She loves from the core of her heart. She wants to shine in her career and she has a secret crush on Ira. She finds her soul in Ira. But she can't reach her because of her status. And she also knows that her family won't accept her reality. Still, she is in the hope that one day she will get her love. The love of her life. About whom she dreams every night and aspires every moment. The divine feelings she feels for Ira, give her the feel of a peach mountain. She is afraid that she will be able to get in touch with the love of her life. Her love. Her Soul.

"Is this seat taken, or are you reserving it for your village council?" A girl with a bright, friendly smile dropped into the chair next to her. She had short, stylish hair and a stack of neon-colored highlighters. "I'm Anaya. And before you ask, yes, the Professor is as terrifying as he looks. He failed ten percent of the class last year just for breathing too loudly." Zara laughed, the tension in her shoulders finally easing. "I'm Zara. And I think I can handle terrifying. My mother's look when I forget to water the plants is much worse."

Zandra and Xander's Daughter - Anya “So you’re saying sex with two men is better than one? Just want to be clear I’m hearing my sister, the strait-laced school teacher correctly.” Anya Franco Mancini pressed her lips together in an attempt to smother a laugh. With her cell phone balanced between her shoulder and chin, it proved to be a challenge to wipe leftover food off tables, gather empty plates left behind by the lunch hour crowd, and convince her younger sister she wasn’t as uptight as she wanted to make her out to be.