Freedom Planet Neera Novels & Stories

Like she already knew how this was going to end. "You must be Ayesha Shah," Project 03 said, her voice eerily similar. Ayesha didn’t lower her gun. "And you are?" The woman tilted her head. "You can call me… Neera." The name sent a chill through Ayesha’s spine. It wasn’t just a name. It was a new beginning. Ayesha narrowed her eyes. "Did they tell you what you are?" Neera smirked. "I know exactly what I am." She took a slow step forward.

Nezetta proposed, wringing her fingers together. "Y-yeah. I mean, no. You are not being too forward… I would like that a lot," Naomi managed to say. This was not what she had bargained for at all. She was starting to feel these…strange and new emotions for this woman that she could not understand and now she turned out to be the princess of the continent which meant that she was closely related to the prince that Nerina was to marry and she just so happened to be trapped in Nerina's body.

Nivea's POV: I finished talking about where we would do the ceremony and made a date and time for it. I'm excited. "Hey Ni! Can you come down for a sec?" I heard Keenan call from downstairs. "Uh oh, I may want to see what's going on." I giggled. Alpha and Luna nodded. I bowed out of respect and left the room. Walking down the stairs I could hear three men talking. "Ah, here she is." Keenan said with pride. "Kevin this is my mate Nivea. Nivea this is Adam's mate Kevin. " He introduced.

Taylor dropped to the floor, shaking with fear—only now did the full weight of fear hit her. "Quent, don't be angry anymore, alright? I can have kids with you, too. I know you better than Sharon does. I'm younger, and I can build a family with you!" Taylor crawled over and grabbed Quentin's pant leg, her voice desperate as if she'd just found a lifeline. "I have a sister—Anya can be yours as well! Quent, don't you think the two of us are better than just Sharon?" Had Taylor not said Anya's name, Quentin probably would've forgotten about her in the heat of the moment. But hearing her name instantly sparked something in him, and he broke into wild laughter.

However, today is her birthday. "What happened, sir?" Said Sarah, from beside me in the car. Sarah was my personal assistant, she is like a little sister to me. We prepared a whole surprise party for my mother. Now we will postpone it. I have other more important matters. "We need to fly to France, Tonight," "Wow, that's a good thing, don't tell me they accepted your offer." She shouted, making me smile at her loudness. "But, how about-" I gave her a bored look. " Finally, everything we planned will go wasted," she frowned, sinking back in the back seat of my car.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

He was just trouble, and I had to stay away from trouble. My thoughts got more chaotic till I got to the pack house. The gate was open like it used to be, and I entered into the pack house. As I walked, I heard someone talking and my heart knotted. “Alpha Eros, I have dreamt of this day since this year started, and since we are friends, I thought I would do this myself,” Neera said. I knew what she was driving at. “Do what?” Alpha Eros asked coldly. “Can you be my date for this prom?” She asked with a laugh.

Erra whispered, lost for words. "The memories of my parents and whatever I will earn here will keep me company. This will be my greatest treasure if it's time for me to let go. I will choose to live my life this time and nobody or society's strict rules could make me yield" Narrah undauntedly announce while she stared at her reflection in the mirror. The carnal desire the Alpha awakened into her fueled her passion for her freedom. His insults made her more determined to prove her worth. Silence filled the room as they became lost in their thoughts. Narrah's eyes glimmered with determination while Erra's were filled with fears.

The scaly boy was still staring at the crushed silver collar in the mud, his chest heaving with the realization that he was breathing free air for the first time in a year. A few yards away, the young woman with the sonic capabilities—Neema, the boy had called her—was frozen in place. The red light on her collar pulsed with an angry, rapid rhythm. The telemetry had undoubtedly flagged the destruction of the first collar, and General Nyosi’s automated systems were calculating whether to detonate the remaining assets. "Don't move," Baraka said, his voice a low, calming rumble. He crossed the clearing in three long strides. Neema flinched, her hands raising instinctively, white kinetic energy v