Sanaya Irani Novels & Stories

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

"Scarlett." ******

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.

Down so fucking bad for this man. "Hey, you must be Ashley. " The girl, Karina, smiles as she walks up to me and extends her hand. I stare at Sinclair before taking my eyes back to the outstretched hand. "That's right, and you are? " I respond without taking her hand, and she blinks a few times before withdrawing her hand with an uneasy smile. "Um, I'm Karina. I'm..." She pauses, looking between Sinclair and Vincent and I lift my brows. The girl who fucked them over? Yes, you're pretty popular.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

I did not see why her name was ironic. “Why is her name funny Theodore?” She hid her face from sight. “It means supplanter, devotee of the virgin Mary…” She sounded sad. So her name meant she was a substitute for power who worshiped a virgin named Mary? Who is Mary? “Who is the virgin Mary? And why is that a bad name for a demon?” They exchanged a look with each other. “No one Layla. They both said it at the same time. They would not tell me the truth. It was like they were hiding something from me. I let it go though. It was not important at the time.

, I hear his voice answer her. Usually, Theo and I don’t have this much trouble with the power struggle. We haven’t had any trouble with it during sex in the past, because he always mentally checked out. He has always did, only wanting to be an active participant when we found her, but with Hannah, I’m having a hard time keeping him at bay. My whole body is shivering uncontrollably at my efforts to hold him back. Any woman in this situation would be terrified. Not Hannah. When I look into her eyes, I don’t see fear. I see understanding, and compassion.

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

"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.

And then. Haden let out a low murmur before pulling her in closer to him, "You," he said, "It's definitely you." She froze in his grasp, her eyes still wide, set firmly on Leo. "What's your name?" He asked but Lia didn't respond. "Lia Loren, age 17 from Triton," Leo said deeply, emotion practically undetectable in his tone but upon examining his face, I could see it deep and repressed. "The Alpha's sister..." Haden said, getting a proper look of her. "Nice to meet you, Lia. I'm Haden."