Yaya From Sandlot Novels & Stories

I really felt out of place. I will always be the girl who got impregnated by her Boss's arrogant son. The gracious family talked about all sorts of things and Yaya just seemed to fit in perfectly since she mentioned originating from Netherlands meaning she could speak dutch with the Le roux's Perfect. "Raina, so how is the Derrick case going ?" Richard tried adding me to the conversation. "Its going well." I smiled then looked down at my not touched food. "Raina, I'm actually working on a business collection for women and you have the perfect body for it." Yaya commented I had recently learned that she is a fashion designer by profession.

Even though Yara wanted to comfort her, Calista probably wanted Lucian's comfort more. Yara left with no hesitation. She didn't even spare Timothy a glance. Her strides were long and powerful. She acted as if everyone was beneath her. However, Timothy caught up to her before she could even step out of the station. "Yaya." Yara spoke in a rapid-fire manner to emphasize how little she cared about what he had to say. "Yaya is your dog. It's currently nestling in its cage in your home. Stop it with your constant yapping. All this 'Yaya', 'Yaya' talk… Are you some kind of rodent?"

she responded, climbing up to her room. “ That’s sad, so sad," Yara said after she had tolerated enough of her trolling for the day. Yara, Ayanda, and Brynn somehow ended up at the same university. Brynn kept going on with how Yara had ended up with her sloppy seconds and bragging about how she was Jax’s first and all. "Bitch, what did you say?" “ I said, You’re a pathetic piece of trash who has nothing reasonable to do with her life than to dump a guy who loved you so much and then troll him because he found someone better. That’s sad, Brynn."

she yells. "WHAT?!" Brandon shouts back, looking utterly betrayed. "I HAVE NAILS ON!" Grayson moves like he's choreographing death itself—dodging two balls with fluid grace, catching one mid-air, and launching it toward some poor guy on Red. The guy doesn't even see it coming before he's sprawled on the floor. "Damn," Yara mutters, looking impressed despite herself. "You been in prison or something?" "Wouldn't last a day," he says calmly, not even winded. "Too pretty."

Despite my anger, I could taste that her food was well-cooked and delicious. “Well, you cook more than her,” my wolf comforted me while I just rolled my eyes and continued eating as I watched Alpha Ethan and Sandra talk so happily with each other. “That's a lie; you told me it's outside, when I got there I saw nothing.” Sandra pouted, and Alpha Ethan laughed loudly while Jaya followed them. My mind was so preoccupied with thoughts that I had no idea what they were saying. “Jaya, darling, do you know that when I got outside, I saw nothing? Your father tricked me,” Sandra complained like a little child, causing Jaya to laugh more.

Kenzo started to tell what are the things needed and Yara writes it. "I guess, that's it, I'll just talk to the others if they have additional stuffs to be added. Wait here, I'll take some pictures so that they can picture out the place. Kenzo said and Yara nodded but when she saw the white sand, she decided to walk along the seashore. Yara removed her shoes to walk barefooted on the sand. She played with the water that is flowing as if it was running after her. She giggled whenever the cold water reaches her feet. Kenzo finished taking pictures and when he looked at Yara, he smiled. "What a nice view?" He said to himself and started clicking the camera on his phone.

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

It was a photo of a young and cute girl, around three years old, in the photo, she was smiling happily, with stars dancing in her eyes. In the next photo, it was the same girl, but this time, she looked older and mature. She was still beautiful, yes, but the same radiance that she once had when she was young was gone. She looked sad and heartbroken. She was around twenty-one. The photo was taken outside the capital airport, and from the angle, she wasn't aware that she was being filmed. That young girl was Yara and she was the same person in the other picture. " Why? Why?" Now a bit calmer, already seated on her chair, Jasmine Tates asked, as she held another picture in her hands and her eye

she retorted. “Mr. Ray over here used to be a wrestling champion. He’ll make a bigger mess of your face.” I laughed, short and cutting. “You won’t survive it.” “Wait. Wait. Fine. Fine. Fine.” Her eyes closed and she swallowed again. “My name?” I glanced to check on Raya, then turned to the woman and swiftly confirmed, “Your name.” “It’s Sandy. Sandy Rosborn.” My eyes met Mr. Ray’s. “That name’s familiar,” I commented, and Ray nodded in agreement.

ZYRA. She almost fainted when Lane jumped on her body. She had always been a fan of dogs, and one as cute as Lane; you can't say no. "Yara, acabo de llegar hace diez minutos (Yara I just got here ten minutes ago.)" She said this calmly, slowly taking a seat on the couch while carrying Lane. He was such a good boy and this woman was ridiculous. Ree and I just rolled our eyes and sat down beside her. She must believe all this is real, because it is.