Rayleigh Novels & Stories

Aisha POV: ‘He hung up the call’ I spoke in my mind, I kept staring at my phone screen in haze mind when a Porsche came and stopped in front of me “babe get in….” Michael said peeking through passenger side window, I hoped in his car and we drive off “Is everything fine?” Michael spoke with concern look “AAhmm… Not sure, I called my Mom but she didn’t respond so I called papa and…” I spoke “And what?” Michael questioned staring at road ahead “And someone named RAVAN responded through his phone” I replied “RAVAN? What kind of name is that?” Michael questioned with amused smile “well, I am not 100% sure but it is an Indian Mythological character from Ramayan ?” I replied “Okeis……….. well that

said Rose. Cecilia and Yuki looked at Rose with an eyebrow up. "What's a UV ray?" Cecilia asked. "Some kind of attack spell?" Yuki also asked. Rose shook her head. "No, it's just a special ray that some things like sunlight produce." "Oh… So it is some kind of spell." "No no, it's just one of many other spectrums of electromagnet." "... I think I just understood less than before." Yuki shrugged. Rose sighed. "Let's leave it at that. So, where are we heading to exactly?" She turned to Cecilia.

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“And what this is all about?” “Well, it has happened before, we have barely two years working in this building and it has happened at least a dozen times, it just that it never happened to me, therefore, I didn’t care.” at least he had the decency of looking ashamed “And, as it happened to me, not once but twice and two days in a row, I decided to find a logical explanation for why so many blackouts.” “And that logical explanation was...” “Well, down below goes the subway, which makes the elevators to lose too much electricity as it is pulled into the rails, that leaves them without energy and therefore, the computer is restarted for lack of power, but I call it karma.”

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I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Fix all the broken things around the pack lands and removing all the rubble and broken trees. More importantly we spent it helping the families that had lost someone and supporting those that had lost their mate as that was one of the hardest things to ever having to deal with, literally loosing the other part of your soul, no one could ever fully recover from that and most chose not to stay in this world.

* Fatima and stella were sitting in the cosy room busy in their work when questions started to disturb her mind. “can I ask you few questions, like if you don’t mind answering them?” asked stella. “yeah, feel free” Fatima smiled. “I wanted to ask you that what does your greeting mean, I mean salaam? Stella asked her nervously. “it means peace on you, and in return we say walaikum-asslam which means peace on you too” replied Fatima. “nice meaning” stella complemented. “do you need to pray to god every day?” she continued.

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