Ya Fiction Novels & Stories

The picture of Yael and Lynan’s roof top moment that Jasper had first took where their faces were awfully close with the sunset as their background was also embarrassingly popular online. There were fanfictions written around that picture. It had also made in to book covers for the said fanfictions. Apparently, Yael was a cursed vampire prince locked in a mansion. Well, it possibly wasn’t that far off, the man did seem to have a propensity to try to consume Lynan. He was even more embarrassed to admit that he had read a few of the stories based around it and some were really good. Like, hot damn, they were written being sexy as fuck. Even his clumsy self!

I had to have done that before, especially in a more reserved place. Zylah had only believed it because she was crazy, and had a great tendency to wish her literary novels were real. Even if I were lying, she would create a world based on my information, just to have a parallel reality in which to live. Even if she was suffering from vomiting, even if she felt the energy in the air, she still had a hallucinated glow in her eyes. The way she was when she started a new book and swore with her feet together that her favorite characters were real people and that she just didn't know them because she was an ordinary human.

"Come in." Yara walks in wearing an oversized hoodie and carrying two cans of iced coffee like she's about to stage an intervention. She tosses one to me and plops down beside me on the bed with zero ceremony. "You look like you want to set something on fire," she says casually, cracking open her can. "I do want to set something on fire. Preferably myself." "Yikes." She takes a sip, then studies my face with those sharp brown eyes that see way too much. "What happened now? And don't say nothing, because you look like someone just told you Santa isn't real."

Yahrie- “Shit Vic knows I’m not leaving him. We’re talking about moving in together. Beats getting beat up and raped by my damn dad & brother all the time!” (End of Their Conversation) Holy Shit! She gets what?! I wonder if Vic knows about this? I quickly walk back to Vic before they exit. When they come back to us. We play air hockey. “Damn, ya’ll won again!” Yahaira pouts after losing another game of air hockey. “Yup, we did Ha!” My Girl cheers, giving me a high five.

“Anaya!!!” Her name echoed through the house as her dad pounded up the stairs, her 4 brothers mirroring him. She had locked herself in her room not to hide from her father but to avoid the damning fate that awaited her outside those doors. “Anaya,” her father’s voice boomed once more, then the pounding on her door came. It shook violently as her father continued to bang repetitively. “Anaya, if I call your name one more time, there will be hell to pay.”

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Her face heated, and she averted her sight. The YHRA, as I recently realized, is very different from Lesley. Yhra has a distinctive appearance, including a sharp nose, pouty lips, and pale complexion. "W-what? Don't talk in such a snooty tone." As I caress her cheeks, I can't help but smile.

He went home. Aayan told his Dad everything. Yash kept silent for some time, then brought a book. He gave it to Aayan. Aayan "This book?" Yash: "This book is about werewolves. I have read a few pages. Someone kept it outside our house." Aayan looked at the book. The book's cover had a picture of a werewolf. The book looked ancient. Yash, "I don't know who kept it. I don't know how many werewolves are here. I don't know whether this book was given by a friend or an enemy. But I feel you should read it once."