Novels by Mira Soltana

(Laya P.O.V) I hate myself when I put other's life in danger for my own goods. "Sorry brothers, I know what I make you go through. I don't know how I am going to repay you; But you are my brothers." 15.0 96 Normal 0 Clean 21 false false false FR

(Laya P.O.V.) The last thing I want in this world is to hurt them. But, Mr. Eric's question pops up to my mind. Why are they after me? If it is because of the past, how did they know about me? And now, the most basic question is what is the thing that they are afraid of? And Mr. Eric how can I trust him? Maybe he is one of them. I have no one to trust. "If you still want to hide things from me, I can do nothing to you." "How did you know that they are spying on me?" "It seems that I'm not mistaken. sincs they didn't catch your steps, they sent you a message." "Can you answer my questions, please?" "I know you don't trust me. But you have no way but me." "That means you are..." I say these words and my hands are shaking. "I thaught that you are smarter... If I'm one of them how can I help you disappearing from their sight?

(Laya P.O.V.) All the time, I was thinking about the letters that I have received today and the appearance of Mr. Morrison's son last night. He must have a relationship with these letters. But why is he playing with me? As Peter says to me that he is an honest and respectful man. But if so, why they come out at the same time? And what about the last call that Adam made yesterday? So many questions running on my head and no logical answer can be found. I must do something. I take my phone and call him. "Hello, Peter!" "Hi, Lyly!" "Do you have time? I need to talk to you." "Yes, sure." "Can we meet after an hour?" "No problem, where?" "I'll send you the location." "Okay." "Peter, don't tell Selly about the meeting, please." "Is there something wrong." "We will

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(Laya P.O.V) In my right hand, I carry the gift and the left one, there is my cello, it is really big and heavy. I stop to take a rest and it is a chance to stand watching the house from the out side. I take a long deep breath before the entrance, hopping that everything will be better. I wish she had come with me. It is as if I have an operation that my life lays on whether to die or back to life. I am afraid, anxious and nervous. Now, I really need the luck more than anyone and anytime before.

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