Rena Ayana Novels & Stories

“Anaya!!!” Her name echoed through the house as her dad pounded up the stairs, her 4 brothers mirroring him. She had locked herself in her room not to hide from her father but to avoid the damning fate that awaited her outside those doors. “Anaya,” her father’s voice boomed once more, then the pounding on her door came. It shook violently as her father continued to bang repetitively. “Anaya, if I call your name one more time, there will be hell to pay.”

she says again. "Your crush has made you bitter, Ayana, but that doesn't give you the right to hurt others. Making other people unhappy won't make you feel better." "I said, shut up!" she shrieks, shoving me back so hard that my purse falls out of my hands. I reach down to pick it up. Before I can get it, Ayana swoops in and grabs it, spitefully throwing it into the pond. *** No! What have I done? I stare in horror as the golden little clutch plops into the water and starts sinking. Ayana stares at me with a wicked smirk, haughty and triumphant. How can she be so cruel?

"You must be surprised by Dela's behavior, huh?" Olive immediately looked up, and Ayana was sitting in front of her. Her cute face with dimples was enhanced by her headscarf, making her look much more mature. Ayana rarely wore excessive makeup. Sometimes Olive noticed it was just a slight touch of neutral brown eyeshadow and light blush. But in Olive's opinion, it made this pregnant lady look very beautiful. "What do you mean, Miss?" Olive straightened her back, allowing Ayana to take out her small makeup bag to freshen up her appearance.

But his grip tightened. "Say your name," he demanded. "How rude. Not even dinner first?" she whispered, a laugh brushing with perversity. Then her eyes met mine. The smile vanished. All that remained… was curiosity. "Aiyana. The one who dreams of fire and has ice in her soul. The one who shouldn’t exist." She turned back to Max, a slight gasp as she tried to breathe. "Say the name. Now." Max repeated, his arm muscles rigid. Finally, she sighed, as if bored with the game.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

Mike said as he went to open the door "My power is to talk to animals" "Mike" the girl shrieked, as soon as mike opened the door the girl hugged him, Mike nearly fell backwards "Julie, hi" Mike greeted her Julie could see me "Who's this?" she asked wait was that anger, jealousy, both?" "Oh Julie this is Queen Anastasia she's helping me find Maya" Mike introduced me, oblivious to the venom in Julie's voice "Maya?, Mike the demon is gone stop looking for her, she wasn't good enough for you, you don't need her"

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

I simply don’t know how to protect the alliance, without taking my fiancée as my Luna. As I am about to take her hand, I feel Anya’s hand on my shoulder. “Still breaking it to the little Lily pad that you are rejecting her, Jar?” she asks. “Anya, it’s not that easy,” I start to say. “Oh Jar, it’s super simple. You reject her, she accepts, end of story,” Anya says.

Her Aunt Caroline had already made breakfast. “Good morning Aunt Caroline. What’s up for breakfast?” she smiled as she inhaled deeply and slowly. “Homemade hummus, sliced carrot sticks and cucumbers, feta and pita bread.” “Aunt, you know you’re such a great cook. Can I ever measure up to you? Ahh, I forgot you own a restaurant in Puerto.” Ava quickly set the table. She was already hungry and the aroma of the food was causing her to salivate more.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.