Novel By Ana Ilyas Novels & Stories

I was wearing an old white cardigan that I’d had for ages, but I felt comfortable in it. As I started to walk back, I realised that I was completely alone in the dark. Then my phone rang, but when I saw the name of ‘Jack’, I decided not to answer. There was another area where water could fully envelop your body and I was on the point of jumping and letting my body go like Virginia Woolf’s when the phone rang again. Jack. ‘Yes?’ ‘Anna. Please, listen to me. Let me know how you are doing. I’ll meet you soon when nobody knows’.

Please, return the book to its place after reading,” having completely changed, Eriz headed back, leaving the girl alone. Finding a comfortable corner by the window, Ilyana opened her notebook. She was not mistaken - the first page read: “Master Mulder, humble servant of Selene, mother of the White Moon.” Below it is written in small handwriting: “The madman who knew heaven.” Ilyana leafed through the notebook. Some pages were covered in beautiful handwriting. But most of the diary was filled with drawings. Thin lines formed the images of maps, castles and winged people. Ilyana touched one of the images - a flying winged man. Not only was she not alone, there were entire cities like her. But

She was saying when suddenly she realized she shouldn't have said things she just did. Oops! "Yesss!" Azhan groaned in a thoughtful manner as he added while lying her on her stomach, hovering over her, exchanging their positions. "I forgot about that porn novels tell me more about them." Azhan said smirking as she at that time really wanted to cut her tongue off. "They weren't porn...that was romance okay... Zoha gifted me that novel." Anna said turning completely red in bewilderment. She tried to push him away but he didn't even flinch a little. She couldn't use her legs as there was soreness between her legs.

She brought it down to the couch and took out the first volume and started flipping the pages. “My God, I could stay for days here just to read this book. There is no way I can finish it in hours.” She started to feel a bit overwhelmed by the thick pages. Ana was a woman who could sit down just reading for hours in her leisure time but since she was merely visiting him she thought it was impossible for her to truly enjoy the wonderful books inside the house.

" Try to read a little, we'll stop later for fuel... I think in less than an hour, we'll be arriving. - Max reassures me once again. I risk following his advice and start reading Doce Ana. It is a novel with a completely different plot than O Segredo da Prostitute. More contemporary, light and reflective, it also features a strong and dreamy protagonist, but at the same time realistic. "Hey! My name is Ana Lotte, I'm 34 years old and… Well, who cares? I always thought that these presentations should happen in another way, a little more creative. What do you think? Don't they say age is just a number? And the name, sometimes you don't like it so much, there are people who even change it! Why