Novels by Nina

Samuel stared at his mother with a strange look, as if the middle aged woman in front of him had just spoken in an alien language. His thick eyebrows knitted tightly together, forming a harsh line on his forehead."No." Samuel answered, short and cold. That one word slipped from his lips without the slightest hesitation, cutting through his mother's enthusiasm like a sharp sword.Eleanor gasped, the wide smile on her lips fading slowly. However, her grip on her son's arm didn't loosen at all."But... Samuel, I know what I smell. As the former Luna of this pack, my sense of smell can't be wrong. This isn't just the scent of ordinary perfume, this is...""You're hallucinating, Mom." Samuel cut in quickly. He firmly pulled his arm away from his mother's grasp.In his head, Samuel scoffed cynically. Nichole? The clumsy secretary who dragged him by the neck with a lobby queue rope? His mate? That was the most absurd nonsense.Nichole had been working for him for five consecutive years, she

The bulge between Samuel's legs was highly, highly suspicious.In fact, calling it just a bulge felt like an understatement. It was a sturdy "tent" vividly outlined through the fabric, threatening to rip the seams of the poor towel if Samuel moved even an inch.Nichole's tight hug, coupled with the friction of her body when she impulsively pressed herself against him a few seconds ago, had apparently awakened the Alpha's primal instincts.Nichole's face, previously pale with panic, now exploded into a deep crimson all the way to the tips of her ears.Her eyes widened, locked on that peach towel with an overwhelming mix of horror, embarrassment, and sheer awe."O-oh..." only that foolish syllable managed to escape Nichole's suddenly parched lips. The room abruptly felt ten times hotter than before."Where are you looking?" Samuel growled.His baritone voice sounded low and threatening, but if one listened closely, there was a slight hint of fluster that the Alpha failed to hide.Nichol

At the doorway, Nichole could only massage her throbbing temples. She didn't know which one made her want to pass out more right now.Facing her crazy ex-boyfriend, or seeing her boss wearing a peach towel that barely covered his backside.Michael's initial shock slowly faded, replaced by his severely bruised male ego that refused to admit defeat.His eyes widened in anger, glaring alternately at Samuel and Nichole, his chest heaving."So this is why?!" Michael yelled, pointing his index finger at Nichole again. The veins on his temples were bulging. "You accused me of cheating to cover up your own trashy behavior?! You betrayed me with this giant bastard right here in your apartment?!"Hearing that ridiculous, twisted accusation, something snapped inside Nichole's mind. Her patience ran completely dry. In the midst of this absurd situation, a crazy and reckless idea suddenly flashed through her head."Do you want to know the truth, Michael?" Nichole stepped forward, lifting her chin

Nichole's hand gripped tightly onto an XXL men's black t-shirt while her mouth muttered incessantly.​Recalling the incident half an hour ago successfully made her blood boil for the umpteenth time this morning.​Samuel King, her arrogant boss, had kicked Nichole out of her own apartment.​"Go buy me some clothes. And don't you dare come back until you've gotten a decent suit!" he ordered in a cold and authoritative tone, as if he were the rightful owner of Nichole's cramped apartment, while Nichole was merely a lowly servant.​Nichole sneered inwardly as she tossed a pair of pants into her shopping basket. What a power-tripping man, Nichole thought.​She was sure the man must have told her to leave so he could cry over his madness this morning alone.​Unfortunately, due to the incident of being forcefully dragged from the building's roof last night, Samuel had left his phone and wallet at the office.​Consequently, Nichole had to sacrifice her thin bank account balance. Frowning, she

Nichole stepped out of the kitchen. She carried a cup of black coffee without sugar in her right hand.​She approached her folding bed with slow steps. The sweet smile she usually reserved for King Industries' most difficult clients was now painted on her face. However, this time, the smile was laced with immense sympathy.​"Here is your coffee, Mr. King," Nichole said in an incredibly soft and cautious tone. "Black, no sugar, exactly as you usually drink it at the office."​Samuel accepted the cup. However, instead of drinking it right away, the man narrowed his sharp eyes. His predatory instincts detected that something was wrong.​The woman in front of him was no longer trembling in fear or screaming hysterically like she had been five minutes ago. Instead, Nichole was looking at him with a gaze of... pity?​"Why are you looking at me like that?" Samuel demanded in his deep baritone voice, a suspicious tone clearly radiating from every syllable.​"It's nothing, sir. I just... under

"This is just a hallucination," Nichole muttered over and over like she was chanting an exorcism spell.​Her hands flew up, gripping her head which throbbed increasingly harder. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, massaging both temples in a circular motion.​"Yes, this is just a hallucination. Damn discount beer. The factory must have accidentally dropped some illegal drugs in it. I'm going to sue that minimarket tomorrow... yeah, right after I wake up from this long sleep."​Hearing his secretary's frustrated muttering, Samuel's jaw clenched. His pride as an Alpha Werewolf and as an arrogant CEO accustomed to having his every word obeyed was clearly rebelling.​He had just revealed his biggest secret, and this woman actually considered him a side effect of cheap liquor?​What an absolute insult.​The sound of Nichole's bed creaking could be heard, as if a heavy weight had just risen from it.​Then, the sound of heavy, bare footsteps padding against the wooden floor of Nichole's apar