Osora Arias นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V. Aris was at my back and he even had the guts to lean his handsome face on my right shoulder just to pry on Kevin’s phone. I glanced at him but he only winked at me with his dimples showing off. I scrolled endlessly and all I could see were different news and posts about the two of us. There was even a sponsored broadcast with a caption: Aris Sandoval was More Than A Winner with Drey Laxamana. I was about to dismiss it but I just didn’t know how to react after seeing that it was actually posted by La Hermosa Modelos’ public page—my modeling agency. I didn’t open the article because it was obviously all for publicity.

After we all ate, and Arisa admitted I could cook we gathered in the living room. "Alright Arisa, times up. What's your story?" I asked. Liz just sat next to me nodding seriously. Arisa took a big breath before replying. "My full name is Arisella Alperen. I am 16 years old. I won't sugar coat it. I am an orphan, or at least I was. I was taken in by a man who simply needed a pawn. He put me into a harsh training so I can kill demons." I tensed slightly at this but didn't stop her. "At first, I seemed to be the perfect pawn, but when I was 14, I noticed something wasn't right. I was told that demons experience no emotion and kill humans for the fun of it, and sure I have come across those, but

Orianne just chuckled before going near them. “Madam.” “Andros, this is Hiraya, a Filipina cousin of mine. She happens to be here in Russia and specializes in flower arrangements so I just took the opportunity to hire her”, Orianne said as she nudged Hiraya to hand out her hand for a handshake but she just widened her eyes at her, meaning “no”. “And this is Andros, one of my husband’s friends. They are also in a vacation at the time”, she once again stated and nudged Hiraya for another time to hand out her hand.

"I'm going." "Odessa, this is not the time to be stubborn," I say, thinking about what Garrett said about Reagan's plans to kill her. "We need you to stay where it's safe." "Aria is nineteen years old and traumatized and about to see her father for the first time in months. She needs me there." "The Luna makes a good point," one of our betas speaks up. Damon glares at the beta but doesn't contradict him. We exchange a look and I can see he's thinking the same thing I am, that letting Odessa out of our sight right now is a terrible idea. But she's already walking toward the healer's building with two betas following behind her and we don't have time to argue.

Every eye landed on me again. This time the silence felt even worse. Alpha Victor frowned. Luna Evelyn blinked. The happiness slowly disappeared from their faces. Confusion replaced it because they had finally seen me and not Selene. I was not some powerful Alpha's daughter. I was the awkward girl standing beside a spilled wine stain. The girl wearing a simple black dress. My mother suddenly looked horrified. "Aria?" My father looked equally shocked. "No." The word slipped from his lips before he could stop himself. Kael frowned. "You know her?"

⇼ A L I S T A I R ⇼ Elora is here. She’s alive. Osman was lying. But he’s also about to fulfill all his lines of deceit by ending her right then and there, before my very eyes, after I worried so much about saving her. And I can’t just lay here while all of that happens.

Like he was my friend but he was not and he wanted me to know that. “I am Avara Dimitri, and I was abandoned in an orphanage when I was just a child. So no, I do not who my parents are.” I answered already feeling hurt but angry. “Risorto,” He said and the air around me became tense and wild and soon I flew towards him. “Fergil!” André shouted and I closed my eyes when I could hear his voice. If this ma wanted to kill me, could they stop? “Calm down, I can’t hurt her, I’ve told you.” He answered with an eye roll, holding my jaw and dragging me closer. His eyes looked deeply into mine and swallowed when he smiled.

Ara spilled out his heart while prostrating before the Emperor. "Aranjo has agreed to accept the punishment! So, nothing else can be done!" the Emperor said coldly, then walked out of the hall. Ara felt tears running down her face, she was very sad. Ara believes that all this is a trap for her sister or the Goddess of the Wind. Ara ran and climbed so many stairs, to reach the portal hole. Upon arrival, Ara no longer finds Aranjo. Ara was very panicked and approached the Guardian Goddess of the portal.

wow…. “It seems like you are going for a wedding” one of the makeup artist couldn’t help but squeal in excitement, “I am a lady but I can’t keep my eyes off of you” Aura smiled as she twirled in front of the mirror, even though she couldn’t keep her own eyes off of herself. Her phone rang again and she immediately answered when she saw the caller ID. “Are you ready?” Malcolm’s deep husky voice filtered into her ears. “Yes I am” she beamed.

I hand the phone over to Jory so he can show our girl while I rub the cream on her paddled ass. Jory already has her wrists uncuffed when I move to release her ankles and pick her up to take her to the bed. I lay her down on her front because I know it will be too much on her back at the moment, “Jory, I want you to massage up and down that leg,” I point to the one opposite me, “while I do this one. We need to make sure her circulation is good after having them restrained.” “So, I did good for both of you...I pleased you both, Sir, Master Jory?” Aria’s voice is soft and laced with concern.