Iana R6 Novels & Stories

“It does. It really does.” Zane’s gaze drifts toward the house, and there’s a glimmer of something in his eyes, a hopefulness I haven’t seen in a long time. “How’s Aeron?” he asks, his tone gentle. “He’s in Russia,” I reply. “Needed to work through some things, find his footing after… well, after everything. And Morana,” I let out a sigh. “Who knows where she is, but she’ll come back. She always does. It’s just… her way of dealing.”

His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

another sound interrupted and Maru was released from the delicious stranglehold from behind him. Lyra swam quickly and stood beside the lovely form of Ezperanza. She was a bit smaller in height as she was only barely 6 feet in height. But her figure was not the least bit inferior to Ezperanza. Two huge melons were displayed deliberately for the inspection of Maru. "Do you like what you see, Maru?" Lyra copied the earlier words of Ezperanza. Maru merely smiled and nodded once while still hugging the silent body of Mistress Ais.

At the very top of the grade ranking board, two names appeared side by side in the largest font. First place: Anita Rivers, Connor Thompson.

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

Aurora said in a concerned voice. “Don’t worry, i have a shower in my office” saying that he stood up and kissed his son on the forehead before turning to Ryan, “let’s catch up more” “Of course” he replied smiling and Malcolm walked out of the house after nodding towards aura. Even as he lets, Ryan noticed his sister’s gaze was still at the door and his lips stretched into a thin smile, “You like him” he asked out of nowhere and aura shot him a threatening gaze. “He is just my boss okay” she snapped.

It's been such a long time and I'm done leaving him to enjoy his peace. "I repeat! Who are you?" He asked feeling a bit of uneasiness. I haven't even began. "Let me start with a little introduction. My name is Mia. Mia Alexandra Carson. Does that last name ring a bell or not?" "Carson?" He was deliberating "I used a fake face, entered school and your bullshit son thought he could make me fall in love and walk away. Well he succeeded. I'm the girl whom you and your precious daughter tried to capture at the school forest the other time. I've been the obstruction in your games. I'm Raven" I said all of this to him and earned a look of shock from him.

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.