Suara Ara Ara Novels & Stories

He said while forcing not to break his voice. I gave him a reassuring smile. "I promised," *** "Ara, can you fetch some materials for me at my condo?" "Sure, what's your passcode again?" "It's my birth date." "Um, is it Month-Day-Year, Day-Month-Year, or the Korean way: Year-Month-Day?" "The Korean way," "Got it!" Ara snapped. "Can I bring Port with me?" "Sure, Perth and I have something to discuss in private as well,"

Scarlett gives me a little push to get me going and surprisingly, my legs carry me out to the middle of the stage without buckling from under me. “Aria is our treasured gem for this evening. She is a twenty-four-year-old beauty who would like to sell her most precious treasure...her virginity!” The Auctioneer is silent for a moment and all I can hear is rustling as the audience moves around in their seats. I can’t see a thing due to the lights, thank God. It makes it a little easier to deal with being up here. “Aria,” the voice calls out to me, “Please turn around slowly, so this wonderful audience can see how beautiful you are.”

And among the crowd, hidden yet watchful, Ryan observed it all with a heart pounding like war drums. At the center of this charged arena, Aria stood alone. Bound yet unbowed, she appeared small against the backdrop of the massive wooden platform, yet her presence commanded an inexplicable gravity. The wind tugged gently at her hair, carrying the faint scent of incense and fear-sweat from the assembled masses. She lifted her chin slightly, refusing to let the weight of their stares crush her spirit.

"ERIKKA, I don't think I can do this." Erikka Villanueva, Ara's best friend in the whole world, gave her a narrowing look as she squeezed her arm tightly. "We are not going on about this again, Ara. We've been planning this for a long time and I will not have you back-out on me now."