Novel Ilana Tan Novels & Stories

And i will never understand why. "Chynna Chynnnnaa" I blinked a couple of times and looked at Tamara who was snapping her fingers in my face "you okay" Tanaji said "yeah I was just thinking about the plan, don't snap your fingers in my face again" I said glaring at her "sorry, but you never said why you hate Alaina" "oh because she used to be really rude" "really" Tanaji said "was she rude to you" "yeah a couple times till I learned to stand up for myself"

She did not want to overwhelm Isabel or push her too far, too fast. Ilyana's restraint was born out of a deep understanding of the need for patience and the importance of building trust. She refrained from pressing Isabel for details about her past, particularly those that might involve the reasons of what brought her to the empire. Instead, Ilyana focused on creating a safe and nurturing environment, hoping that over time, Isabel would feel secure enough to share her full story.

Ilyana continued, "she has no idea what is coming. She feels safe. She thinks her secret is still hidden. She will let her guard down. She might get careless. She might even try to write back to this man, or meet him. And when she does, we will be watching. We will see everything." She looked at Mira, her eyes hard. "I have a feeling about this, Mira. This is not some courtly romance. This 'Thane' does not write like a lord. He writes like a wild man. 'Packs.' 'Full moon.' These are not the words of a noble lover. This is something else. Something darker. I think the secret she is hiding is much worse than just a affair. I think it is something that could get her killed." Ilyana stood up, pa

I couldn’t believe it that I fell for this heartless woman. “And I couldn’t get rid of that demonic admonition fast enough from my womb. The foetus slid off like butter with just a pinch of silver. After that I could not wait to tear it apart piece by piece,” the cruel woman revealed. “How could you do that? Do you have no heart, Ilana ?” Rhys spoke this time, behind us. “You rainbow spitting wretch ! Welcome to my abode,” Ilana said with open arms. “The very same abode where so many lives were lost so that you could fake your death ? You murdered innocent people and an innocent pup for what ? Power and greed ?” Rhys angrily said.

Did they wander still, exiles in search of a banner that would never rise? Elianna closed her eyes, palms pressed to her cheeks beneath the veil. A single tear slid down, leaving a cool track. You’re alive, she reminded herself. Even if you don’t know why. Yet deep inside, an ember stirred—a resonance with the story that felt uncomfortably intimate. She brushed it away, unwilling to peer deeper. After all, she was just a girl from a ruined tower, no one’s prophecy incarnate.

Agila's POV Ilan finally walks into the room in the company of a young, unfamiliar woman. She holds his hand like a new lover. His wounds have healed and he looks happy. "Your Majesties . . . this is Indria, my true mate. She is a good person and a -" "Witch?" Parish cuts him short. That is not what Ilan said his mate was. She lived with a family of witches and longed to come back to him.

While lounging in the back of my brand-new matte-black Bentley, leather seats cocooning me like royalty on a revenge tour, I stared out the tinted window and thought about Illana. Neon-haired. Loud-mouthed. myWears Gucci spelled wrong and thinks “Fendi” is a personality trait. But let’s be honest—naïve and desperate is exactly the combo I needed right now. I needed a spy. A mole. A clueless little firecracker who could smile, giggle, and leak McLaren gossip like a faulty faucet. And Illana? She wasn’t just qualified—she was practically begging for a luxury leash. I pulled out my old phone—yes, the poor little Nokia survivor with cracked edges and trauma in its pixels. Swapped in the dusty SI

Long milky blonde hair with a pair red-violet eyes that can drown you into a bottomless pit, reddish lips, and a milky white complexion. This is not me! Clearly, not Nina Facelo! And like a flashback. My whole life before I came here, started flowing. From school, going to a nearby book store to buy the most awaited book that my friends recommended to me. Me, trying to be a hero and ended up dying in a dark alley of the second street. Illuminating Darkness! That’s the title! Yan dapat ang librong babasahin ko. I didn't sleep peacefully. I died young! And to add salt in to the wounds. I am now in the body of the most wicked Dame in Kingdom! The suspected villainess of the famous fantasy nove

Maybe that’ll be the end of Ilana Meyers. But she stroked the flame now, giving it air to breathe. She needed it to stay strong for a little longer. Ilana wasn’t done right now. She wanted her revenge. Once that was done, she would gladly allow the flame to go out. The darkness would be a welcome respite then. But she had to fight until she had her vengeance. She took in a sharp breath and looked around the room. It was messy enough to depict a crime scene but not enough to give any clues.

I needed to put an end to this story before people started thinking Ilana was like Anabel simply because they were sisters. Anabel was nothing but a drunken, ungrateful little tramp. She should never have been born. If it hadn't been for that meddler Atila Fontes, I would have gotten rid of her and her mother much sooner, but he had to stick his nose where it didn't belong, and I had to deal with all this embarrassment. After lunch, Ilana retired to her room to study, and I went to the library to wait for Irina. An hour later, my wife arrived. I saw her car pulling up in front of the house through the window and went out to meet her.