Raya/namaari Novels & Stories

was Aracely ready to know what Aramide's past was? “Ara wait” Latifa tried as she reached out to the girl but she didn't expect Aracely to yank away from her grip and glared at her with the meanest look she could have mustered at that moment, a slow monotone voice carefully escaping her lips as a tear trickled down her face, “That— that was her name, that was my mother's name, Aramide Adegoke, Ara” She breathed as her grip tightened on the amulet on her neck. “You— you don't have the right to. just say her name like that. you—nothing has that right, not even me! not even me!" She screamed as she let out a sob, her vision blurred with tears and Latifa felt her own heart shatter into a thousan

Ray pouted and placed both hands under his chin "Arya and daddy fights all the time" Mia looked around to ensure no one was watching her before she lowered her mouth to Ray's ears.. "Really aunt?" Mia nodded in approval, she touched his head a little and was startled when he docked away.. "Not my hair aunt!" "But Arya touched your hair just now!" Mia said with a pout.. "Well that's because I like her very much and she gives me a nice head massage" Ray retorted.. "I can do that too you know?" Ray shook his head in denial "No! Arya is the best! she can do everything, like superwoman"

Just as Nana was about to suggest calling off the charade, a new face appeared at the edge of the dais. Ayra, a young woman from a minor pack with hair the color of burnished copper, stood there, her head bowed in demure respect. Unlike the other girls, her dress was simple yet elegant, devoid of ostentatious jewelry. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were downcast, a stark contrast to her usual fiery spirit. Nana recognized her instantly. Ayra was known for her gentle nature and unwavering loyalty – qualities that were sorely lacking in the other candidates.

Lydia said. He turned instantly, a flash of relief crossing his face. “Lydia.” She stepped beside him and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to keep my Alpha waiting.” Nina’s smile faltered. “And you are?” “I’m Lydia,” she said sweetly. “Knox’s mate. His Luna. I think you’ve heard of me—or is something else the matter?” There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them.

She looked at our linked hands and spoke softly. "I guess we didn't know each other. though we use each other's names just now. Anyway, my name is Shuarya, but call me Aura, and he is my elder brother, only one year older." she whispers. Her brother said annoyingly "I heard it right." She giggled and continued. "... his name is Arayan, which is short for Ryan." "It's an annoyance to have shared the same womb." She dramatically rolled her eyes and asked me, "So what is your name?"

“The mate bond is a sacred gift from the Goddess, and to allow anyone but my mate to touch me is to spit in Goddess’s eye and cause unspeakable suffering to my love.” “But…”Carlotta started to interrupt, but as I held my hand up, a zipper closed over her mouth and then over the mouths of the others before they could start to protest. “Do not try my patience, hags. I may be young and untrained in the ways of magic, but I am Katrina D’Amore, Luna of Nebrodi, and Crone of Oscurità e Luce Coven. I will not have my decisions questioned by anyone.” I growled as Nina started to come forward, her anger not easy to keep in check.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Maya groaned as she heard the annoying voice of the machine she was grown familiar with; She tried to open her eyes but the pain in the back of her head did not let the message reach her nervous system smoothly. After a few more attempts; She finally opened her eyes a little only to close them again; the urge to fall back to sleep was tempting but she needed water. blinking a few times; She finally opened her eyes to see her brother sitting across the bed; smiling faintly at her as her blurred vision made her see him. " hey aya ( nanny ) " her brother teased; he called her ' Aaya ' instead of Maya from their childhood.

Kathrine and Brayan joined this heavy aura. “Why? Who is this?” Miles jeered. “I don’t know, but she is freaking awesome.” “Listen to this,” she tuned in to the radio channel, and RJ Shanaya recited the same line I posted this morning. If you’re committed to somebody, you don’t allow yourself to find perfection in someone else. “She is freaking good. She works under the name Breathless, and I have been listening to her for the last week. You should tune in too.” Raya pulled my hand and winked.

“What is your name and which pack are you from?” “I'm Taylor Nicholson and I'm a lone wolf right now,” she answered impatiently. “Please, give me the benefit of the doubt. I promise you that this is all worth it.” “Sure!” The gate opens and a man with a golden blond head stands with his legs apart in the opening. His eyes are rimmed in black and his pale skin is translucent. He stares intently at the woman. “Can you give me an indication of what it's about?” the man asked icily. “I am Beta Naria. The Alpha is occupied and cannot see everyone."