Voice Of Raya Novels & Stories

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.

Sophia’s voice echoed around the arena for all to hear. As soon as she said that the Beta would not be shifting, I could feel the relief flowing off Ryker. It didn’t bother me one way or the other, but I was also a little relieved. Out of all the videos I have watched, I hadn’t managed to see any with his wolf.

"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."

But Tiara remained calm and stood her ground, then she slightly turned her head towards Raya who had been standing beside Zara. “Raya pin Zara down, I’ll handle Felicity!” Her voice sounded and it brought a great wide smile on Raya's face. “YES!!! FINALLY A FIGHT!!!”

She looks put together with a stethoscope peeking from inside the pocket of her coat. I take an instinctive step back, recalling the crazy doctor. I never had a problem with them. We were taught healers were traditional doctors, chosen by the moon goddess so I have always had a relationship with them but now, I wanted nothing to do with them. “Are you okay?” she snaps a finger in front of my face, pulling me from my reverie. Her smile seems nervous now as she speaks. “I’m Raya and I was looking after you. If you would please come with me, I don’t think you should be out he—”

~Lily~ ‘Don’t you think we’ve outdone it this time around? I mean we know how much he treasures his paintings.” Raya complained sounding a bit off. ‘There’s really nothing we can do about that now and besides weren’t you the one that talked me into standing up for myself.’ We were not giving up right now or at any point from now on. We were going to be always bold even when we should be scared and fear his future actions. Raya was my wolf and she came to meet me at my weakest point and she talked me into being who I am right now. And I wasn’t going to turn back or feel any pity for him. She should be very mad at him for what he did to us.

RAYA'S POV Before me, a golden light pulsed—warm, yet unsettling. It wrapped around me, pulling me in. All around stretched a vast, dark blue void—endless and heavy with silence. My mind was blank. I drifted, drawn toward the light. A faint voice whispered, "Raya" it called softly, "Raya dear," it said, now louder. I forced my mouth open. "Yes, who are you? And where am I?" I questioned, my brows knitting in confusion.

Where she could grieve in private for a child that would never be. But she'd barely made it ten steps when she heard footsteps behind her, quick and light. "Lyra!" The voice made her blood turn to ice, extremely freezing. She knew that voice. Had trusted that voice for years. Had listened to it whisper words of friendship and support right up until it confessed years of hatred on a cliff edge. Lyra turned slowly, forcing her face into something resembling normalcy.

Chapter Six Wakie wakie! I heard Rey's voice "Sleepy head,wake up" I felt his hand on my forehead, I slowly blink my eyes open to meet the reflection of the sun dimming in my eyes. The rays made my vision blur for a while. I sprung my head up to meet Rey pair of eyes lurking into mine and his long lashes blinking like that of a puppy "Good morning" Good morning "I answered

Raya The funeral has come to an end, yet my grief lingers. The thoughts of Noah consume me, making it difficult to focus on anything else. With my father now asking me to assume my uncle's position in the business, I am faced with uncertainty and doubt about how to navigate the complexities of the corporate world. However, I am determined to prove my worth to both my uncle and my father. Supported by my brothers, I dress in a sophisticated black blazer suit, complemented by high heels, red lipstick, and a sleek high ponytail. The mourning for my boyfriend's death is reflected in my choice to wear black, a constant reminder of my loss. The ring he gave me is a permanent fixture on my finger,