Rena Ayana Novels & Stories

The shower was hot, but it wasn’t enough to ease the burden that had settled into my muscles. I emerged from the shower feeling clean and slightly relaxed. I went downstairs to pour a glass of wine to help me unwind. I stepped outside onto the deck. The moon was high and full in the sky, and a gentle breeze caressed my skin. I sat there for about 20 minutes before Ayana appeared in a robe and joined me. She untied her robe and lit a blunt. As she sat shirtless, she inhaled deeply and exhaled the smoke out her mouth, as if she had been waiting to do that. “Yana, why are you showing your breasts?”

AYANA’s eyes widened with wo‌nd‌e⁠r. AYANA: “She’s so tiny! And she has ha‍ir! L‌ot‌s of hair!” AMON: “She does. Black hai‍r, jus‍t l‌ike yours used to⁠ be.”⁠ ‍AYANA: “W‍ill be a‌gain. Whe‌n the m‍edicine work‌s​ and my hair⁠ grows ba​ck.” [The hope in her voice‌ breaks SARAH’s heart.]

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"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.

At breakfast, Ayana's eyes twinkled with anticipation as she glanced at Lyana, who was eagerly munching on her cereal. With a smile, Ayana cleared her throat to get her daughter's attention. "Lyana, sweetheart," Ayana began, her voice filled with excitement, "guess what? Adam has a surprise for us today!" Lyana's eyes widened with curiosity as she looked up from her bowl of cereal, a grin spreading across her face. "A surprise?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement. "What is it, Mom?"

She smiled warmly at Ayanda, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Alright, you've got this date tonight, so let's find you the perfect outfit," Ayanda said with a wink as she pulled Giada into the massive closet. "Nothing too flashy, just something simple but stunning," Giada replied. Ayanda scanned the racks before her eyes lit up, spotting a strapless sapphire jumpsuit tucked away in the back. "Aha! I think I've found the one." She snatched it off the hanger with a grin and held it up for Giada to see.

Rachel I sighed happily, stretching my arms, although I am tired as heck with all the work, and babysitting but at the end of the day, I'm happy and satisfied with myself. Nowadays, two things make me forget that help me forget Jayce, one of Brandon and Jane's babies, and two of my late nights at this restaurant.

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.

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

she said sweetly and I nodded my head in agreement. "Adaranth is a very ancient reaper, almost as old as Grim himself and has very sharp facial features, he is also far from weak," I explained calmly. "He was my mentor and I respect him greatly," I added. Ayira was all smiles and nodding. "We should stop at the bakery and bring him some cookies, I have a feeling that he'd like some," she tells me confidently. I eyed her suspiciously but agreed. We finished our breakfast and I put the dirty dishes in the sink to wash. I started the water and heard Ayira say she was going to head to the bakery quickly. I told her to go ahead and I'd clean up while she was gone. I finished washing the dishes. I