The Untold Story Of Ara Novels & Stories

Ara said, looking quite petrified. "Yes, the one I told you who intruded Eros's house," Perth said, absentminded while opening another box of pizza. "No, I mean, THAT naked guy," Ara pointed at someone behind my back. I slowly turned, and I saw Port looking confused—watching at us, standing immovably. His pale skin was beaming against the natural light coming from the window. The bandages are untangled, hanging in different directions on his bare glowing body. Ara, who came from a conservative Christian family, suddenly screamed. Her voice reverberated to the whole room that could break any glass. Shortly, she fainted from what she had just seen.

"Last night wasn't enough." It isn't a question. I know it wasn't. Not because what happened between us wasn't real. It was. More real than most things I've managed in my life. But we offered each other different things. Separate honest things across the space of a quiet room. Not the same thing, not together. "She knows that too," Maya says quietly. I lean forward and press my hands flat on my knees. Think about Ara. Twenty years old. Carrying a key that belonged to her bloodline. Walking into a chamber with the person her bond had chosen. Walking out alive and empty and forty years from the end of something she'd never get back.

Hussain yelled earning looks from the people beside them. "This is not how to talk to your twin brother, someone you have not seen for decades. At least, appreciate him, he wants to things right" Umar admitted. Hassan felt remorse for what he did back then, and he tried to get to Hussain but he kept pushing him out. It was Umar's plan to get him to museum so that they will sort it out like the mature adult they are. Umar signaled Nafisa to leave them there while they take a stroll in the museum, checking the art works. " Are you sure they won't kill each other?" Nafisa questioned worriedly.

Behind him, Maya was leaning against a pillar, a triumphant smirk on her face that she didn't even bother to hide anymore. "Ready?" Rahim asked, grabbing Zara’s suitcase from a servant. Zara looked at Aryan. She wanted to run to him. She wanted to drop her books and tell him she didn't care about the land, the money, or her uncle. But she saw Zaid Knight watching from the shadows, and she saw the business contracts on the table. She was a pawn in a game much bigger than her own heart. "Yes," Zara said, her voice flat. She walked past Aryan, their shoulders brushing for a split second. The static between them was so strong it felt like a physical shock. He didn't move. He didn't say a word. H

she murmured, her gaze glued on the wedding photograph of Serena and me. Fallen Luna, that’s a sugarcoated way of putting what happened to Serena. She didn’t fall; she was forced out of the pack. “She’s stunning,” she added. Ara was young. She was only fifteen when the tragedy of Granddad’s death and Serena’s judgment happened. She knows very little about her, and almost no one wanted to speak about the tragedy. “What do you need, Ara?” I grumbled. “We are in a meeting.” “Oh,” she cheered up, as if her mind had just wandered to a faraway land just by looking at Serena. “I missed you, and I wanted to invite you for lunch. It’s already one in the afternoon, and I know something better than whi

Brian asked us. "She has a rumored issue that she's currently dating one of the Fire Member," Kyle answered back. "Ottoke arassoyo ," we were surprised at how Timothy answered us. Translated: "How did you know?" He stood up, before he answered me. "The SY Entertainment said that, why? You guys didn't read the news?" he said. Suddenly, his cellphone rang. He told us that he would answer the call, when Cody suddenly stopped him. "Timothy... we all know what happened in the past, right? Eight years ago? Don't forget that." Cody reminded him and he nodded.

But Arianna's enthusiasm was infectious, and soon I found myself grinning along with her. "Let's do it," I said, my voice full of excitement. And with that, our adventure began. As Arianna was about to move, a sudden pain shot through her body, causing her to collapse. The priest's expression turned grave, and he approached her with concern etched on his face. "The ritual isn't complete," he declared, his voice firm but laced with worry. "What's happening?" he asked, looking at the individuals surrounding Safe. However, they remained silent, their faces expressionless, leaving the priest to wonder what was transpiring. The silence was palpable, and the priest's concern morphed into fear. He

Aria White Pov: Aria couldn't believe he had come back, she was really angry at him, but seeing him looking all stressed made her sad and worried. She played with his hair softly while she listened to his breathing. When she noticed he was finally knocked out she looked at his back, noticing all the tattoos around his body. Aria saw a few bruises too, making her wonder what he did. He said the thing he went to do was too dangerous, and he didn't want people to notice that he had her in his life

She asked, a bone-chilling smile playing on her lips. " As if that's not bad enough, she also tried killing her for the second time. And the treaty? Obviously, they don't care about it." This time, her voice was low, slightly above a whisper as she spoke about the treaty. Yes, since the Hurts and Tates had been friends for generations, when the incident happened, where Isara, now Yara, was accused of pushing Elara, the Hurt's little princess down the cliff, a treaty was formed. It was not a treaty, per se, it was just called that for the lack of a better name.