Osora Arias Novels & Stories

"I'm not a fan—well, I mean, I appreciate his music, but I'm the pianist he hired for his new album." "Right," he scoffed, pulling out his phone. "I'm calling security." "That won't be necessary, Mark," a familiar voice called from down the hall. Julian Hayes walked toward us, coffee in hand, his signature charismatic smile in place. "Aria's exactly who she says she is." He turned to me, eyes warm with recognition. "You look amazing. It's been too long." "Mark,this is Aria Jones, last year's International Leilerna Award winner and the special guest pianist for my new album!"

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

"It may be to you. But, like I said, he may let you work. But it’s dangerous. Mariano’s grandmother, Donna Ginevra, was killed in a grocery store. Shot." “That’s terrible.” She smiled at me, and I stood up. "Thanks, Aria, we should definitely hang out sometime." A smile took over her face. "Definitely, Izzy." I ventured off to look for Mariano.

There were 31 of us with Mark included and we were only 17 at the time. "Sebastian has achieved the highest set of results during his training and is first in his class. He has also excelled in swimming and archery and is talented in visual art. We are proud to have such an intelligent male going to Earth. Now, remember ladies and gentlemen the human has been chosen randomly and each student only receives one chance at learning everything there is to know about their human. If their human had to die or go missing students are to return to Dolhq immediately and will destroy their only chance at being able to visit Earth. Students are ordered not to harm or hurt their human in any way and will

So does my back. A shape blocks the light. My eyes adjust, and I convulse back. I don't recognize the man as he smiles, exhibiting the long protruding canines from his mouth as he places his hands on the car frame. He cocks his deeply scarred face, jagged lines that worsen as his smile broadens. "Hello Andrea."

Morgan is laughing in my ear at my words. “In truth Lee, she came to me at a time when I had accepted death and welcomed it fervently”. He turns to fully face me, holding an old leather bound book. “The Kings of Ossory”. Hmm… What does this have to do with anything? “What is Ossory?”. Handing me the book, he guides me to the first page where there is a map that reads Eriu. “It means goddess Emma. Ireland it’s called today”. He slides his finger down to Ossory. It’s a drawn out territory. “Ok, but what does Ireland have to do with Morgan?”.

Arlene was behind him to see the expression on his face. With great fury he goes to Josey and knock him out at once. The wife rushes into the arms of her savior and she felt the familiarity too. She is none other than Iris Saint. Maximo Santino try not to go crazy with joy as he told himself he might be just having a sweet dream.

“But… but Daisy wanted to help me remember too. She was taken away before she could. Why didn’t you ever tell me you could do it then?” Ora gave a small shrug. “Because I didn’t want to appear to you as the one who knew everything. I wanted Daisy to have her chance. She was willing, and she tried. She passed her test… even though her own kind betrayed her in the end. At least now she’ll understand what it means to be betrayed.” Nyxoria’s voice softened. “Have you been betrayed before?” Ora paused for a moment, then nodded slowly. “Many times, Nyxoria. So many times. Every part of me is covered in bruises, bruises that will never go away, no matter how much time passes.”

Sienna tensed beside me. I could feel her confusion, her discomfort, but I kept my hand on her lower back, grounding her. She needed this. Lysandra leaned forward. “What formality? Calling an Omega Luna now I really am impressed. How? Does your mother approve of this? Or maybe wait? She does encourage it, doesn't she? Do you know to worry about your position at all, Damon? Gesturing for something like this as you're Luna, do you not find yourself being concerned?”