Kisah Ayla Novels & Stories

Nothing can be compared to the feeling of being hated and despised by the very person you love. Ayla would do anything to make CEO Jaxon love her and change his opinion about her but nothing seemed to change him. Forced to perform her wifely duties even though he didn't love her, Ayla was getting fed up of lying to herself that she could change him and that he would love her if she kept trying. “ I can't do this anymore,” she cried silently as she rubbed the bump on her stomach. She knew she had reached her limits when she became pregnant with his children, that only meant their divorce was around the corner. Choosing not to be dumped and separated from her children, she flees to give th

Things were different in these times, and there was no way she was dying because of love. ~~~~ Hey, boo," Ida announced, entering Aly's office. It had been a while since she had last seen her friend. "Hi Ida," Aly responded, taking the giggling three-month-old Kaia from her arms. The baby smiled widely at her aunt, staring and cooing happily. "Can I get you anything?" Aly asked while playing with Kaia. "I'm starving, do you have any food here?" Ida asked, getting a bottle of water from the small office fridge.

Ayla's pov I finish out my school day and head for my locker. Jace is my ride this week, we trade off, and it’s his turn to drive. I’m rearranging my books, trying to figure out which ones I’ll need for homework, when I feel someone step into my space. I look up. Ice blue eyes. Kieran Vale. Future Alpha of Moonridge. Fantastic.

Sitting up on the hospital bed, with her eyes opened and tears silently falling, Ayla heard the doctor speaking to her best friend, Celine. "I'm sorry, we lost the child". Ayla could not believe that after everything she went through, she ended up losing her child. Ayla is just twenty years old and about seven months ago, she attended her boyfriend Daniel's birthday party in a very luxurious hotel, only to get drunk and get pregnant mysteriously. After what happened to her, her boyfriend Daniel said it was his child and that he was ready to take responsibility.

Elena said with a relieved smile. Aliyah stepped inside a narrow hallway lit by a single bare bulb. The scent of boiled cabbage and old carpet filled her nose. Elena led her to a small room with a twin bed, a rickety dresser, and a single window looking out onto a brick alley. “It’s not much,” Elena apologized, “but it’s safe.” Aliyah sank onto the bed, exhaustion and relief mingling in her limbs. “I’m free,” she whispered. Elena perched on the dresser. “You are now Marina. Remember: no mention of Perez. No mention of Aliyah Haven. You’re a community college student from Marin.”