Alev Ayden Novels & Stories

Making him chuckle a bit. "I haven't even introduced myself." He says with a small smiling playing on his lips. "I'm Gerald." He says calmly. "Alexandra. But everyone calls me Alexs." She responds. "Doesn't that sound masculine?" Gerald laughs. He touches his temple slightly. "So Alexs, can I have your digits?" He says calmly. Alexandra smiles. "Well, you can't!" She responds, she could see the shock on his face. "I mean currently I don't have a phone, because apparently, your friend seized it." She smiles. "But I can have yours. I will call you with my cousin's line." Alexandra says.

She wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world. “How’s Bazyli doing? Is he responding well to therapy?” Khloe asked, standing on the balcony of Aly’s office, looking out at the bustling city below. “Yes, he is,” Aly said, her eyes shining with hope. “He’s been able to get out of the wheelchair and stand on his own. He’s gradually learning to move his feet when he stands.” “Dav, you’ve been awfully quiet and engrossed in your phone since you came in. Do you mind sharing who’s making you blush?” Aly asked, catching her friend off guard. Ida and Khloe exchanged knowing smiles as they turned their attention to Davina.

The man who was rejected by her despite fighting to get her back; therefore, I shouldn’t have expected any less with his reaction. “Now, now, where are your manners, Ezra?” Killian asked, taunting my brother. “It is me who should be angry. You know, I am the one who died and came back to life, but then again, I don’t think that you really care about that, do you?” Elena looked at me for a second before turning her attention to the Lycan who smiled at her. “My apologies, ma’am…” “I did not speak for you to apologize or pretend to give a damn about who I am.” Elena said, stopping him before taking a step back. “Alvize, I’ll go and get myself a drink, do you want anything?”

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

Westley held water up to my lips as I felt mine and Marcy’s weight being lifted from my feet again. When my eyes shot open, Aydin’s breath brushed past my ear, “Relax into me Al, just for a moment, and drink the water.” The liquid ran over my tongue as my back leaned into Aydin, but as soon as it gave my body what it needed to continue I gathered the strength and pushed off of him.

"Araceli.." "Yandel…Cole…"