Priya Novel Novels & Stories

“I saw Hope’s records from two years ago. Her injuries and burns were so severe she could only have gotten them from some sort of explosion.” “You found her medical records?” Chris asked. Of course they wouldn’t find her records no matter how hard they look since the Alexeevs have their own doctors to begin with. I bet they also have their own hospital in their courtyard, too. But still, Jasmine died that day, and on that same day, Hope was born. They were one and the same person, but the difference was worlds apart. Jasmine was just a normal girl, while Hope was a mafia princess. “But how did Jasmine end up with Nikolai?” I asked Chris. That was a black hole I’ve been trying to solve since

Pink came to be of use after all. We stayed that way for a few minutes before one of ours, I didn't know whose, stomach rumbled loudly followed by two more rumbles and endless giggles. I ordered a large pizza for us, all the while keeping a watchful eye on Allie, who was relaying her adventures during her college days to an eagerly listening Eva. I listened in close as well, afraid that she'd corrupt my innocent sister's mind with her wild ideas since I knew just how adventurous she'd been at college.

Rodgie asked. “Sure Daddy, I’m going to study hard so I can be a lawyer and get Daddy out,” he said, hugging Rodgie. **The end season 1*** Note: Thank you for those of you who have followed the Pride from beginning to end. This is the last chapter in the first season of this novel. Tomorrow I will continue to season two. Season 2 Snippets Josephine opened her eyes slowly, and she found herself in a place she had never seen before. Her slender body feels so hurt, she doesn’t know what happened last night.

Priya walked out of the ICU and she started looking around for both Rekha and Pooja but she couldn't find them. She then walked outside to try and catch up with Sonia who was about leaving the hospital. She walked really fast. She didn't wanted Sonia to bump into Pooja. She knew what was going to happen. She stood at the entrance of the hospital and looked around for Sonia. She saw Sonia as she opened her car with her car keys. Priya opened her eyes wide opened, she was shocked. She had never seen Sonia with that car before. It was the latest BMW and Sonia wasn't that rich enough to afford it.

She changed into a pink nightwear. Seriously?? Has she decided to kill me already? God, please save me. I went to take a cold shower and by the time I came out, she had already slept. I slipped under the covers and held her in my arms. Her back was against my chest. I slipped into slumber almost immediately. Priya's POV

I feel like he has something different in his eyes, but I can’t really let my sister just let it go, because I know that Yhra understands that she’s pregnant and her mother is. But when Yhra came back to the hotel, I breathed a sigh of relief, and I was taken aback, because God knows that I devoted my whole life to Yhra, after she gave me a second chance, and even I know that I don’t deserve He still gave me a second chance, so I would never waste it again.

Yet, all she felt was the weight of Kael’s promise pressing against her heart—a strange comfort amidst the turbulence. Priya tilted her head playfully, a spark of lightness cutting through the tension. “Can I bring my cat? Her name’s Miso,” she added with an infectious grin. “She’s a little menace. Sleeps in my laundry basket, and yells at pigeons like she’s the ruler of the roost.” Kael didn’t skip a beat. “I’ll send someone for her. It’s not safe for you to go back.” Priya blinked, momentarily taken aback, then her smile returned, brighter than before. “You’re very efficient, you know.”

his voice was high now and he banged his fist unto the table “Complete and total hypocrites, yet somehow, somehow, I’m the bad one” he let out a short and hollow laugh “Unbelievable” “You’re watching it again” a voice came from the armchair diagonal to him. Priya sat there with a laptop balanced on her knee, not looking up. Her full name was something nobody in this circle used. Priya wasn’t even her real name, matter of fact, she wasn’t even of Asian descent She had chosen it herself years ago, and worn it so consistently, even her parents now call her by the name

The arm of someone who was not calculating the gesture, just doing it, because she was there and it made sense. I looked at the photograph for longer than I should have. "Nova." Priya's voice was careful. "Say something." "She's pretty," I said. "That's not what I was asking." "I know." I sat back. Looked at the ceiling. "I know it's not." Priya put her phone down. Looked at me with the expression she reserved for things that mattered. "What is happening with you two. Actually. Because from where I'm sitting it looks like a lot more than a contract and a letter."