Yaya From Sandlot Novels & Stories

Kayla said, "Of course she's not. She's not going to risk getting caught. She's future Luna." I laughed and said, "That's if Alpha can get Adam to choose her. Adam can't stand her whiney voice". Yara, of course, had to take things into a different direction, "Apparently, he was able to handle it when he was fucking her in the janitor's closet in school. Maybe that only applies when she's not whining his name". I laughed out loud. I waited a second and Damien and Kayla were joining me. "Yara told Freyja and Zolten, huh?" They both nodded and continued laughing.

I’ve been tempted to tell him so many times, but that’s Syl’s decision to tell, not mine. Yaya places her hand on Syl’s shoulder, the same way she did with the patrollers. She closes her eyes and takes in a few deep breaths before she stills, her eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. She rips her hand away from Syl and covers her mouth as she runs to the rubbish bin to throw up. I cover my mouth, fighting the urge to vomit too. I hate seeing people get sick.

You really are ungrateful…" Once Yara started scolding Yvette, she couldn't stop anymore. Yvette didn't want to waste her breath on Yara, so she returned to the bedroom and tidied James' belongings with Noah. After Yara scolded Yvette outside for a long time, she felt a wave of pain. Then, there was blood coming out of her. Sandy noticed something was wrong and couldn't help asking, "Are you alright?" Yara was in so much pain that she couldn't speak anymore. Sandy anxiously looked for Yvette. Then, Yvette learned that Yara was having a relapse and that her pants were covered in blood.

Yara nodded feebly in turn and watched as the Salazars took Vicky to their car. With that, Yara did not hesitate to whip out her phone and call Frank. - Frank was shocked when he received Yara's call. To think that the Salazars would kidnap Vicky in broad daylight, even hurting Yara! Yara was no martial prodigy, but her abilities had improved by leaps and bounds after being taught the improved version of the Boltsmacker. To dispatch her in a split second… It seemed the Salazars had someone very powerful in their ranks.

It was only for a second, a tiny break in her focus, but it was enough to make me turn. Taya was standing at the edge of the yard. She wasn't alone. She’d brought a small crowd—five or six of her followers, all leaning against the stone archway like they were watching a show. Taya had her arms crossed over her chest, her bandaged nose making her look even more vicious. She was smiling. "Eyes on me," Yvara’s voice was like a hammer. I turned back just as Yvara swung. I barely got my arms up in time, the force of the blow sending a jar of pain through my shoulders.

She cried even harder and said in a choked voice, “Walter, please don’t let me ruin your relationship with your wife. That would make me very sad. “I really don’t think Zara meant to poison Scruffy on purpose. Since it’s already gone, fighting over who’s to blame won’t bring it back. Let me tell you something. I heard Zara graduated from dance school, and she’s an amazing dancer. People call her the Dancing Queen. Why don’t Zara perform a beautiful, stunning dance for me? Then, we’ll call it even.” I clenched my fists tightly. My throat felt tight. It was very difficult to breathe.

The ring Sandra was wearing sliced through Yada's left cheek spilling blood over the wall and carpet. Yada's hand came to her cheek holding the pooling blood. She looked in shock and then saw nothing but red. She pushed Sandra back with such force it knocked her into the hallway wall. "Sandra, don't you ever fucking touch me again," Yada screamed out turning to move back into her room. "Jayden. Craig,” she called to her bodyguards. “Would you come get this unruly drug addict out of my home," Sandra ordered with complete calmness. She straightened her hair and necklace before fixing her earring.

When she saw him leave, she ran after him without a second thought. "Mr. Kyle, please wait a minute." Yaya was a petite girl, so she had to trot to keep up with Jayden Elias Kyle. When she managed to catch up with him, she was already out of breath. "What's the matter?" Jayden looked at the woman in front of him who was blocking his way. He had no impression of her at all. "Hello, Mr. Kyle! I am your sister's friend. My name is Yaya." Yaya stretched out her hand while she introduced herself, thinking that she should shake hands with him out of courtesy.