Singing Soraya Novels & Stories

My stomach did a somersault. The opener came on. Loud and fucking chaotic. Bodies jumping, elbows everywhere. Sarah grabbed my hand, screaming lyrics in my ear. I screamed back… half performance, half cover for how wet I already was just knowing he was watching every move I made Then the main artist got on stage. The lights dropped low, first chord ripped through the speakers. The crowd pushed forward like a wave. Sarah whooped, jumping excitedly everyone. I let the push carry me right into the thicker part of the pack.

I vocalized more of the song once his grip loosened enough for my breath to escape. His dark eyes found mine as he began to fall under my trance and out of Remmi's. I sang the song, hugging him to me as his body fell from mine, going limb as his lifeforce slipped away. "I'm sorry, so so so very sorry. Please please, forgive me," I cried, resting my lips on his cheeks in an attempt to lessen the pain he was going through given his loud groans and the sweat forming on his forehead.

The young men around us noticed my condition and crowded closer, their voices filled with disbelief. “Come on, it was just a couple of laps. Does she really need to be this dramatic?” "You’re right, Lucas. She’s putting on quite the act—I almost believed her." "Don’t even get me started. She looks exactly like she did back then, pretending she had nothing to do with Grandma Eve’s death! “Not bad, Lily. After all these years, your acting skills haven’t faded one bit!" Lucas strolled over with Vanessa at his side, his arm protectively around her. His brows furrowed as he scrutinized me.

Maybe she wants me to feel a little more welcome after Alessandro’s outburst. Soraya is seriously the most wonderful person I’ve ever known. She is so sweet and kind, and she is almost like a super-woman. She cooks, she cleans, she can even knit and sew, and she helps everyone as best as she can, no matter what, even without us asking. She has already given me enough motivational speeches about me learning my abilities and shifting for the first time for a lifetime. But I honestly wouldn’t ever want to trade her for anything. If I end up with Azaire in the end, it wouldn’t be the worst thing having her as a mother-in-law. She already makes me feel like a part of the family. Unlike some…

Lady Karilaya rubbed off the tears on the soldier’s face. “My lady?” she says, frowning. That stopped Soraya. It wracked her thoughts for a few moments as she tried to make out what was happening. There would have been a great deal to be done for that to happen, which made her think what has her lady sacrificed this time for such a thing.

They all looked at Sori expectantly. After a short pause, she realized what they were waiting for. She smiled; her cheeks flushed a little. “Um. Hi. I’m Soraya Wayne with a y. Formerly of Silverpine Pack. Currently believed to be deceased.” Her smile broadened when she realized that she shocked them all into silence. It made me proud to see and hear her move beyond her ordeal and poke some fun at it. “Well done, Mate,” I said teasingly. “You’re obviously very much alive. Thank Luna.”

Kali's POV A strong bout of cough rocked Mama Soraya’s body. I knelt beside her, holding her hand close to my chest, whispering prayers to the goddess. Every normal child would weep, when they see their mama slipping away slowly. But I could not cry, no matter how hard I tried or how badly I wanted to. All I could was stressed into her pale face and nutter prayers. Maybe that was why the goddess wasn't listening and mama Soraya kept getting worse. Maybe the goddess thought I didn't care enough to cry.

“ Good day, America. I've been trying to get busy bee, Soraya Wayne, on our show for a couple of weeks now, and it hasn't been easy. We were able to get her on the show today, so please help me welcome the prettiest, hardest working CEO and, oh, the Jersey City bachelorette, Soraya Wayne." Cecelia Vega called as Soraya strutted onto the stage like a runway model. As she took her seat, she smiled and waved to her audience.

I swallowed hard, immediately regretting it. Soraya had changed out of the loose white shirt and what Ravenna called boyfriend jeans into a pink cropped top and pink bum shorts, showing off fresh thighs and a flat, toned stomach. A piece of jewelry dangled from her belly button. Goddess, she was beautiful. Was she trying to seduce me? It didn’t look that way, not with the expression on her face. But I still felt myself start to sweat. She cleared her throat suddenly, hands on her hips. I snapped out of it, embarrassed she had caught me gawking.

Too scared to tell any truth, Zoya chose Dare. Sahir smirked! "Sing a song for me," Sahir said. Zoya got a little stunned. "Yes, Zoya..please please sing a song.." Rabia said. "I've not heard your singing from so many ages Zoya, please sing it now," Zaki said excitedly. Hussain just plainly looked at them. He knew Zoya likes to sing. He was eager to hear as well. Zoya started singing the song. ~Agar tum mil jao