Tabi X Ayana Novels & Stories

Tabi received an employee discount for her purchases, so she often came home with pretty nice clothes, which is usually what she wore to work. Tabi is known for being friendly, and many have described her personality as "Bubbly." She is petite at just over five feet barefooted. Her butt is round, curvy, and toned. She is athletic and firm. Her tits are not small or flat, but they are also not large. I would say like nice firm coconuts.

Lyana's question cut through the tension like a knife, her concern mirroring Ayana's own. Ayana's heart clenched at the mention of Robby, the frustration bubbling up inside her once again. She couldn't let her daughter see the turmoil she was feeling and couldn't let her be affected by the tension between her and Jerry. “Mmmh, not exactly a fight. We will be okay in no time. Don’t worry, okay?” Ayana reassured Lyana, forcing a smile onto her face despite the turmoil raging within.

AYANA: (tea​rs start‌ing) “I don’t want to be si​ck.​ I⁠ want to go home. I‌ want t‍o go to school.” SARA‍H: (pulling her into a​ h‍ug)‍ “I know, baby. I know. B‍u​t ri‌ght n‍ow, w‌e h‍ave to fig​ht this sic​kness‌. And you’re so b​rave. So‍ st​rong. You can‌ do this.” AYANA:⁠ “Wh⁠at‌ abou‍t the new baby? W‍hat‌ ab‌ou‌t when Mama has the baby?”​

Ayana and Tiffany are really scared of what will happen. "Nicholas" suddenly Tiffany became worried. Her face pale while Ayana who knew that her grandson was worried that someone could only try to calm her down. "Is there your boyfriend too? He also fought?" Tiffany looked away from embarrassment, "Grandma stop it! Not my boyfriend!" "I know you have been impatient here because you want to meet someone. Who is he? In what side is he?" Tiffany bit her lips "Alpha Xander side. " "Well, right?" Ayana rolled her eyes

Annabelle was listening to something with her ear buds, Mason was typing away on his phone, no doubt, as ploy to drown out Ashley's voice. I took one of Annabelle's ear buds and put in my ear. She didn't budge or complain like most people would. The song playing wasn't one I was familiar with but it sounded nice. "What song is this?" I asked her when the song ended. "That's 'fire' by BTS. It's my favorite of all their songs", she replied, still looking at her phone. I had heard of those BTS boys but had never really paid attention to them. Maybe I'd check them out later.

It bothers me to see them act so familiar and merry without me… to see them act that way with her. With every passing second, my envy intensifies, and I can’t help but get flustered. I’m caught up in the sight of them together, my hand unconsciously curling into a fist by my side until my nails dig into my palms. ____________________ Tanya’s POV By now, I should be used to Ayana’s angry staring, but the glare she shoots at me the next day at work is so incredibly vicious it chills me to my bones. The ruthless resentment in her eyes startles me so much I lose my footing slightly and drop some of the paperwork I was carrying.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Raven The restaurant is warm and softly lit, the kind of place that makes everything feel slightly more manageable than it actually is. We have menus open in front of us. I am staring at mine without reading a single word. “Right.” Anaya closes her menu with the authority of someone who made this decision before she even sat down. “Lobster. The big one. With the butter sauce and the side of truffle fries.” Jack stares at her. “You are being deliberately vindictive.”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

If I may” “He got held up in the states, but he'll be back by next weekend, and our had some business to handle”, one of the men answered. “Ah, alright, right this way then”, my father ushered them into the living room. “This is the bride to be, Anaya” Serena looked at me, she scrutinised me head to toe as if checking out a dress. “My sons, Antonio, Marco, Davide,” he turned and looked disdainfully towards... “and my youngest son, Luca.